another reason
to hate
staples

like a parade
of different lifestyles
on bicycles

repeating is believing
repeating is believing
repeating is annoying

the advent of spring
makes plants, but also people,
come out of hiding

a night full of dreams
and yet i can remember
only one of them

lines in a book
triggered a great revelation
about something pretty obvious

encouraged by a kindred spirit
i took photographs
of a dead insect

circling lonely
abandoned and unwanted
and by now unedible

i don't learn from mistakes
not even when i wrote
a haiku about them

playing billiard
shooting balls
like bullets from a gun