The cut on my tongue
Will add endorphins to lunch
No need for dessert.
I don't trust smart phones
Note-taking's too important
Permanence of ink.
Creepy old white dude
Wearing a "Free Hugs" t-shirt
Not cute, just scary.
Old dogs ain't dead yet
Molasses is slow; just drips
Show off my new trick.
Goth girl by road-side
I don't understand your tears
Aren't they your desire?
Reread the title
1,000 times if need be
That's all that matters.
[Refers to the "ChocoGin" haiku, and not the Masonic Santa. Hot ChocoGin is my latest, greatest imaginary invention, and I'm be damned if someone ruins this illusion by telling me that mixing hot chocolate and gin is actually a valid holiday drink.]
Santa and Snow-Men
Christmas decor is two-note
Reindeer can't save it.
Tie rots on its rack
No court dates in quite awhile
Perhaps leaves have turned.
There's nothing better
Than late night Akimbo talk
With someone who knows.