Every year, re-up
Though my haiku slowly slow,
Still rattle my brain

It’s time for cleanup

Fear is heavy. I’ve got plans,

And I can’t hold it.

Everything = Nothing

Life = empty and meaningless

– (meaning)_________________ there’s space

Try on, you’re wrong, just
Maybe it’s time, maybe just
Just give it a go

Try on being wrong

Like new jeans might need stretching

A good fit comes slow

There once was a big ol’ fat cat

Who loved to sit on me while I’d nap

But because he’s so large
like a grumpy fluff-barge

I died under his giant butt-flap

Co-written with Devin and Renee

Recurring payments
Recur, ‘cept when card’s dated
Lest, delinquency

Also, I’m balding – yo ho

Oop, gonna squeeze past

The world is exploding and

| : We cry and move on : |

Take care of your head
This charade and your facade
Is bad for your bod

Truth, soft light, quiet
Round tables, broad empathy
Bridges of burdens

In over my head
Like walls falling down; crumbled
Just not good enough

Just not good enough

Just not good enough

Just not good enough

Just not good enough

Just not good enough

Just not good enough

Just not good enough

Here I sit, tied up, to wit

Anxious, and I feel like shit

Here I go, in knots, namely

Panicked, moving forward lamely

|:Inactiv(e):|ity;
accidental, purposeless,
and bountiful dread.

Forward momentum,
Like a fish out of water
Feels like ho/drowning\pe

I can see the out
But the now is so heavy
So I stay in to

wait.

Like a stuck rock sits
I let the moss crawl my back
And hide me from you

Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement

Did you miss something?
Fear not; “they” will remind you
every chance they get!

Throbbing helplessness

Loss, but only enough so

It’s never over

Remember when you
didn’t spend enough time on
your schedule so you’re dead now

Also you wasted people’s time because you’re the worst.

It’d be nice if
I could blame someone else for
this series of things

You:
*Misunderstanding*
Me:
*Corrects misunderstanding*
You:
*Very skeptical*

Me:
*I want to do crawl in a hole so I can blow it up while you stand on me*

The more I don’t do

the more there is not to do

| : Again and again : |

What have we done -weighs-
Digital intention -me-
Crush my will and -down-

Envy is a sore
Which grabs up small pains to bear
Like fine salt in hands.

I’m sorry
I hope it’s the last time
I know it isn’t

I’m in a ditch, where the wind howls my name

And the soft footfall of empathy is drowned out by

Concern that my needs won’t be met first

Yes, I’m aware that
these haiku are about me

Irony and I are long friends

Must I relate story
after story to my life

My heart isn’t that important

How many times must
I ask for attention when
you need it from me?