Friday Haiku
the sound of the blender
barely louder than the slurp
through the straw–last drop!
floating and leaving no trace
Friday Haiku
the sound of the blender
barely louder than the slurp
through the straw–last drop!
it’s like this
an ant colony
a bee hive
a termite mound
a murder of crows
an unkindness of ravens
a colony of vampire bats
a kettle of piranha fish
a graveyard of skeletons
see, shove those into a blender
pulverize on high
and it’s totally the state of mind
that one of us is in
but i won’t say who
i may point when no one is looking