daily haiku

surfing the channels

commercials on all but one

the one i don't watch

not like in movies

where they turn on the TV

right to the right show

but we have to wait

till the commercials are done

more and more we wait

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i don't like titles
they always seem so contrived,
so after the fact

in the quiet of old age

at seventy you wonder 

what kind of monster lives in the cellar

making itself known

as it slowly ascends dry squeaky stairs

ever so slowly it creeps,
a limp, a groan, every breath a wheeze

and you try to ignore

this thing that might be coming for you

just a thought

(haiku)

very well could be

a high tech society

cannot be governed

by low tech ideals

whenever it's attempted

chaos will erupt

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jesus said it best,

new wine into old vessels

causes them to burst