Random Friday (and Haiku Friday Returns)

I got my 15 minutes today.

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People! Pumpkins. Trash. NOW.

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A name in the air
Frozen in the cold sunshine
Our last memories

Haiku Friday!

Italian heroes
Are only found in delis
Hold the Micera

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Hot day, hotter turn
My shoulder to the shoulder
Ah shit, there they go.

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Evanston, again
Turn five is coming on hard
No pickles, no cheese.

Haiku Friday!

Damn...sorry honey
Stuck outside like Jack Tripper
Now I'm plot fodder

Janet or Chrissie
Would never have let me in
Turned the TV off.

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Why are you so mean?
Who peed on your Cheerios?
Mad's not good on you.

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Artwork from the sea
Placed like small flower petals
For more than my eyes.

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Hey, it's four-twenty
See you in the parking lot
Remember the skull?!?

Haiku Friday!

To my French Press:

Your perfume wakes me
The scent of Earth Mother's wrist
Sensuous teasing

Gritty, oily crust
Primordial ooze, seep down
Infuse my morning

Black electric jolt
Runs through my veins, will push me
Right off of a cliff

To greet the sunshine
Morning breeze and chirping birds
Oh I want to fly

Haiku Friday!

Bush in Africa
He wants us to change our minds
"Now I'm Mr. Peace!"

Needs a Legacy
Good luck in the history books.
A little late now

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It's cold outside, yet
Blacktop shimmers in dreams and
A bead of sweat falls.

I long for bare skin
Thunder in the distance and
Lightning in my legs

To set me on fire
And ignite my desire
To break through the ice

Golden glass wakes us
Laughter and friendship drives us
In the face of pain

And once at relief
Gravity will take us down
To naps in the shade

Dreaming the future
As the grass tickles my toes
Fleeting home for now

The heat awaiting
Mountains, waves, tall trees calling
Paradise rolling

Friday is Haiku Day!

Headphones, Whiskey Flask.
An iTunes library, full.
Happy Birthday Mat.

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Snow day, stay home day.
Drinking coffee, Abby talks traffic.
Slippers and sweatpants.

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No more salt or grime
Climbing legs become sublime
Sun, sweet pain, it’s time.

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Maki. Nishiki.
(I wish I spoke Japanese.)
Hello Kitty? Sigh.