Tuesday

The joy of youtube,
new discoveries every day
help delay deadlines.

Churned, yet frozen,
the creek surface resembles
sugary maple fudge.

If not for road salt,
I'd be driving the red car
even in bitter cold.

Thirty years ago
an album was released, and
London's still burning.

Cowbell, super eight—
my friends are outdoing me
writing fun haiku.

A plastic toy scoots
across the window ledge and
shouts, "Exterminate!"