looking in the mirror
tells me that getting a haircut
should have priority on my to-do list
"we've so many things in common"
please, be less in insulting
and just call me names
the sound of blowing
my nose echoes through
the whole building
the second i enter a store
the only thought left in my brain
is on how to get out again
with everybody asleep
my dreams of empty roads
become a short-lived reality
due to sleepiness
todays haiku
has to be omitted
down on my hands and knees
crawling through mud
avoiding to disturb bats
passing me by
in flow with the traffic
a bike towing a driverless bike
loving them
for giving you something
even more shallow than yourself
the city lights still illuminating
the road, soon i'll be swallowed
up by the darkness completey