We interrupt this haiku blog...

It's been so long since I've written a poem that is not a half-assed haiku that I thought I'd share it here. Don't worry, it's mostly about the neuropathological effects of psychiatric medications, and only a little bit about fall leaves.

My brain shudders.
It is autumn, and the colors
Tap into receptors, unstrung,
Frayed, heads waving like snakes
Held by their tails.
Eyes shift, zap, the briefest
Static snap between film frames
(where the ghosts live). 

"We" "win" !! (??)

Sometimes there's so much to say that I spend days writing and rewriting. In the end, it comes down to the wise words of a friend (also a blogger) and 17 syllables.

Haiku for Equality

Acceptable queers 
were invisible or dead.
Great! Now add "married."

In which I recycle a Facebook status update

This is the haiku version of my Facebook status two days ago. It still applies.

Haiku for May 14, 2013

i feel sorry for 
y'all who don't get periods. 
(buffy season six)

Ask me about my omniscience!

I asked for a referral from my primary care physician yesterday for care he offered to provide me himself but which he is not particularly qualified to administer. He took it well, I think. As I was leaving his office, he said, "Come back when I can do something for you."

Phuck Pharmacology

Yesterday I drank no coffee. Ordinarily I drink about two cups a day. Last night I had one of the worst headaches I've experienced.

Using pharmaceutical industry logic, I can deduce that coffee prevents migraine, it should be available only by prescription, and I should plan to drink it for the rest of my life, even if I develop a stomach ulcer.

I'll have a Sticky Navel

You learn something new every day.

And by "you" I mean "I," and by "every day" I mean "on St. Patrick's Day."

And by "something new" I mean "what a body shot actually looks like."

Haiku for March 16, 2013

You slurp rum off me
As I stretch out on the bar
Who's this "St. Patrick"?