May 11 haiku

A plastic flower
Won't ever die--then again,
It won't ever live.

April 27 haiku

Dead mouse in the road
Caught my eye in the spring rain.
That's what I've come to.

Closed

The time has come to put this blog out to pasture.

Over the years, I've come to realize that this "gift" of writing I've been given is really a gift horse, and one that looks worse the more you look at it. Writing has been a glorious waste of many years, but a waste nonetheless.

I no longer have the desire to spout off about things. Who really cares what I think about this or that? No longer does it appeal to me to write about douchebag ballplayers who don't give a shit about the people who pay to see them. I've written enough about the same old rock bands to last three lifetimes. I've written enough books to see the electronic writing on the fourth wall.

All I've done for the last year up here is write haiku anyway...mostly angry, depressed haiku that at least costs less than therapy. But the desire to communicate is basically gone, and so this blog passes into history.

Thanks to all of you who read, chimed in, argued, or whatever. I do love and appreciate you. But it's time to close up shop.

For Jack

It's warm in Texas,
A fine place for winter's rest.
No more must you roam.

December 1 Haiku

Resentments float down...
Like snowflakes, each one different
And the sky is gray.

October 15 haiku

The autumn oak sways
Turning color, limbs broken--
Is this the way home?

October 12 haiku

Paradise exists
First, and possibly only,
In your heart and mind.