A Haiku About Coffee

My black coffee drink
Bitter? Sweet? Or bittersweet?
Who cares? More coffee!

Scrooging

It's Christmas

No poem today

I really mean this

There's a cheesy parade

Why wouldn't I want to stay?

My family's here for judgement day

By that, I mean to judge me all day

So excuse today's mediocrity

If the sarcasm didn't bleed through the page

Totally Worth It

These cold nights alone
A presence both missed and loathed
Warmth in the freedom

Well, If You're Getting Punched In The Face That Often, What Do You Expect?

Idiots
Callous knuckles on a boxer's fist
Brain-damaged and dangerous

Empty Bed

An empty bed
A sordid, deformed sanctuary
Prime real estate for renewal

Ambient Winds

The ambient wind
Both deafening and silent
Slashing the still air

Dear Ego, Just Lie Down and DIe Already

Why must I burn?
Why must I despise contentment
A cold blanket
So I can shiver while it's warm
Though all signs point
To lesser places
My heart chases dreams of Paris
Pure arrogance!
Screams my mind and therapists
Endless assault
On my ego and pretensions
Why hasn't it discouraged me?
Why haven't I lied down to bleed?
When will maturity
Chop out my knees
And send me crashing away
From the greatness for which I scream?