some of my haiku

only to me the
heaviness of being stripped
raw in front of him

lightly his face and
neck while the rest of his
mouth it wasn't so much

strange graciousness of
his mind still wasn't furnished
for two but the thing

and porn. back to the
kitchen emotions rolling
like storm clouds over

only by posing
as a person or plan--or
even a new spin

clouds over a deep
chill what brings you to sit on
couches back against it

***

I have a calendar full of things to do today. Real, tangible things. I am more than vaguely scared, more than vaguely bored. Must get through this day without flipping out and shooting people.