Life Insurance

Me and Maria

My friend Maria recalled an episode sometime in the 70’s.
She was visiting with me when an insurance man called at the house trying to sell me life insurance. The well-dressed sales man tried his best to convince me how I need this peace of mind, should I die, to guarantee a proper burial . To which I replied: I don’t need that! Just put me in a garbage bag and put me on the curb! Goodbye! The poor man tried to argue his point, how this was not possible as I closed the door on him.

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PUNK ROCKER

Every Block

Should

Have

One

Fleeting

That is what we are

What we do

What we have

It is just

One fleeting moment

Better do it right

Minimalisme at its best

HOT HAIKU

Hesitate

in this

State

A world of doubt

Nothing but doubt

A cerebral drought

I wade around

Without a sound

I hesitate

Anticipate

Then realize

Through my eyes

The world is so

This I do know

 

What have you Haiku

What Have You

What Have You Not

1001 Strings

And Salted Cod

That I Have Not!

OBSESSIVE

I am obsessive

Not your “death do us part” obsessive

Rather a “shoot your wad” obsessive

The subject becomes obsolete

When a new obsession comes to greet

I relish with insatiable desire

I bathe in that lovely mire

Engulfed and nearly suffocated

Happily and willingly subjugated

I follow and I hoard

Nothing goes unexplored

I push and I pull

‘til saturated and full

Ingest and regurgitate

Too impatient to wait

I want it all and now

Balancing on this prow

I nearly fall

Just because I want it all

And when it is all mine to keep

No further shall I seek.

Then the subject becomes obsolete

and a new obsession comes to greet

Strange Addictions

I’ve got a membership to the car wash.

It seems I can’t get enough of it.

Is it so wrong?

And if it is, how can it be so right?

It could be the Magic Potion.. Being applied.

Ants

They are

Everywhere

They may

Rule

the world

someday

This I don’t like