Haiku (conversation overheard in a downtown bar)
he wants to retire
back where all the spires conspire
to show him the way.
Too much of a good thing
the red sunset bleeds regret
Why can’t I write like Rupi Kaur? (1)
my quinoa* quota
was far from quotidian
thanks! sunflower seeds!
Climate Change is Opening Windows
rumours dropping from the eaves
neighbours thick as thieves
singing off key at three
o’clock in the morning.
Haiku written while painting a room…
haiku written while painting a room
searching for a transcendent metaphor
thinking someday maybe I could write
inspirational poetry like rupi kaur
that kind of thing
do a book signing at Indigo
start a line of greeting cards
anything’s possible, really,
if once, just once I could resist
the impulse to be a smartass
classic grey, cloud white
super eggshell for the walls
flat for the ceiling.