Do not discount love
The strongest of emotions
Can distorts the truth

Obsession maybe
But this sleep deprivation
Causing confusion

I doze sitting up
Lest I fall into deep sleep
Still have much to do

obsession hovers
practical inner musing
governs fixation

I have to sleep now
My desk, my work, has to wait
Cannot fight it more

Slumped in my chair
Exhausted through lack of sleep
I stay my passion

Holding her feels good
I

But a chance to kiss
Those red lips so soft and warm
The slightest brushed touch

I must not give way
My wild impulse to kiss her
Would spoil every thing

Every nerve end
Tingling at the thought of her
Soft inviting lips

I have to let go
Her interest is dancing
Not in a romance

Walk softly at dawn
Sleeping lights Opaque ghostly
Thoughts turn to Lorna

Lovely Lorna

Dogs had opp ok
Lump done and removed 8 teeth
Poor sod will be sore

Memories slipping
The past no longer maters
Ties slowly dwindle

so long ago now
the last time we said good-bye
i don't remember

Fuzzy bunny pics
are eating away at my
laptop battery

Tedious classes
left today short on patience
and long on vodka

Bright red sub sandwich
glows ominously outside
hole cut in my wall

Idle rigmarole
Is seldom notably droll
Yet remains my role

Give us a break, ash
Weak as 'tis, irony still
Maestro/Lush await.

you might think it's bliss
narcotics are such a yawn
i wouldn't bother

I'd as lief be killed
by a nuculear blast than
by a hand grenade

tongue sliding on skin
quickened heart beat pounds within
knock knock please come in

The drum beats
supporters cheer we all feel invincible
Ronaldhino scored

Oxycontin crushed,
Simmered and then injected
Prescription for bliss

Coffee break at two
Good Christ, my epidermis!
Do not drink and drive.

a final drip falls
fleeing the last icicle
spring music awaits

Up at 5am
Fighting overwhelming urge
To return to bed.

I danced Bachata
Close hold, that

Haiku

The last one

Passion grows within
I look at her heaving breasts
Her lips are on fire

Nothing much to say
One line, two lines, then one more
This is bad haiku

My cat can lay eggs
ahoy mighty meadow lark
my cat can lay eggs

Vernal equinox
Pal of USA, bollocks!
Pretentious display

Relax in a bath
I hope I don't fall asleep
But that would feel good

I have never seen
so much water, moss, yard fish
a christmas so green

Even the smallest
puddles in the street eat cars
they don't mess around

The moss green sidewalks
are slowly becoming brown
the rain will stop soon

smoldering glances
scorch the air in between us
anticipation

after breakfast and
before lunch, I usually
have elevenses

Steamy windows
her lips are kissed
She says nothing

Fight we shall
in picturesque shade
of the Persian arrows
Picturesque

Now that The Word
appeared in the Press
Nobody knows

Be back in my heart
like tomorrow

must have a season
or otherwise it's senryu
this is not haiku

Alone in office
Rhythmless dancing ensues
Kinda like Elaine

All my friends are young
Don

Girl and radio
Both solitary singers
A blush no-one hears.