I guess now that I am home again I have to start paying attention to reality again… in haiku form:

So it’s a trade war
With both our next door neighbors
Trump is a fuck head.

I know that the concept of “mood music” is a thing. Is there also such a thing as a “mood haiku”?

White knuckles, teeth clenched.
All that I see now is red.
Fuck those fascist fucks.

A haiku for the end of the world……

It all ends Monday.
The shit hits the fan for real.
Same shit, different term.

trump is a nazi.
Scum of the earth dontcha know.
Rot in hell, asshole.

A political haiku for you… well… more like a lament for the country I used to live in done in haiku form. Artsy and shit.

Inauguration.
I can’t deal with him again.
It’s so depressing.

Fuck Mark Zuckerberg… in haiku form…

No more fact checking?
Facebook, Instagram, and Threads?
Kill them all with fire.

I think the future of my band will be decided this month. Which way will it go?

Will my band return?
Will we get back together?
I really hope so.

Tomorrow is New Years Eve. Given the state of the world right now… is that a good thing or not??

New Years Eve again.
Just about ’25 time.
The worst year ever?

Spontaneous trip.
Let’s go to New York City.
(after work, of course).

Something about today was just weird. I don’t know.

One day’s heavy rain,
Throws off my entire world.
Now swim for your life!