Supinely Moving Octogenarian Haiku

Whirring ceiling fan 

Over my bed assures me 

Motor’s still not dead.

 

 

Why Stoics Always Have The Last Word

waxing 

poetic, 

they 

know 

how 

insufferable not 

keeping 

your mouth 

shut is.

 

 

Ambivalent Pedestrian Crossing

—O tempora, o mores

 

Oh, fellow immobile go-getters 

In the lurch, it’s clear 

As that blankety-blank 

Non-stopping blinking stop- 

Light before us we have no 

Inkling where we’re going— 

But not to despair, though; 

Fortunately that lot is 

A lot more auspicious

 

Than not going anywhere 

Period, is it not?

 

Breezy Beach

The gulls flap from one 

Umbrella to the other; 

Whitecaps on grey waves.

 

 

Seize The Day: Ear-Splitting, Abominably Hot Summer Licks

Check out this 

Juicy piece of news, mate— 

The male cicada ‘sings’ 

Through expansion and con- 

Traction of its abdominal 

Tymbal: The female responds 

By clicking when 

She’s ready to couple; 

The hotter the day, the louder 

The sound they make. To me 

All this sounds clearly 

Like getting it while you can, 

Mate.