Nightly OCD

repeatedly check
securing my double locks
surely there are drugs

Rotten Thursday

Thunder splinters night
shattering sleep, hours awake
I finally drift off


Nightmares starring ex
possessed of murderous rage
woke up in a sweat


AC power off
overslept alarm failed me
shower in the dark


great leaky ceiling
must sop up wet carpeting
leave with still wet hair


missed a key meeting
I hate to be late - loser
behind the 8 ball


Yea power is back!
equilibrium returns
ready for weekend!

Two more days...

When I'm not with her
Hard outer armor comes back
Don't like the feeling

But I'm confident
That with the first Gina-kiss
The shell will drop off

So you think you can Dance haiku - from Sam

Ugly sequined dress
Poor Cat, she has no control
Sparkly leopard print


The backstory -- Why oh why do they make Cat Deely wear those awful dresses -- it's like she pissed off her costume designer.

(Thanks Sam for the cool haiku!)

Doctor fun

Sit and wait, wait wait
call your name wait more
pee in cup and wait

wait for the doctor
10 minute consultation
wait to draw some blood

wait for prescription
wait to schedule sonogram
repeat in 10 days

Herculean tasks, you say?

Nemean Lion
Crap, the arrows aren't working
Stun it with your club

Killing the Hydra?
Wash the stumps in it's own blood
Last head under rock

Capturing the Hind
That thing's fast, chasing it sucks
Lame it while it sleeps

How to catch the boar?
Maybe ask centaur Chiron -
Easy catch in snow...

Augean Stables
Yuck, those things are so nasty!
Divert some rivers

Those man-eating birds?
Such a pain in the behind
Hmmm, they don't like noise...

Snag the Cretan bull?
Said Minos, "Sure, take it off"
Strangled with bare hands

Those man-eating mares?
Something to eat will calm them down
Then you can bind them

Amazon's girdle?
No need to steal, she's a skank
Herc's such a hottie

Cattle of Geyron?
Hydra's blood comes in handy
Poisoned the monster

Steal the nymph's apples?
Hold the world while Atlas sneaks
Trick him on return

Cerberus, three heads...
Dog that guards the gates of hell
No problem for Herc

passing the torch

Transitioning woes
Herculean tasks detailed
buried in quicksand

Two can play at that game

I miss you too babe
more than I want to admit
how did this happen?

no expectations
I just wanted to have fun
now we're a couple

glad we're going slow
I'm enjoying the journey
holding your hand

Mushy to pervy in record time...

Your island is hot
I'm turned on completely by
the topography.

With apologies to Paul Simon

Trusting another
So much easier to say
"I am an island"

But I feel safe
Here on your island because
It's much like my own.

The journey is what's important

Walking together
Not knowing where the path leads
Works when I'm with you

Mom's Chicken Cacciatore Recipe

salt pepper chicken
thighs and brown in olive oil
all sides then remove

saute sliced onions
minced garlic bay - translucent
small can tomatoes

chicken back in pot
one cup white wine and simmer
noodles -- best next day

The females in my life

I'm lonesome no more
Daddy weekends followed by
Big Daddy weekends :)

Nolie and Gina
Both making me feel so good
So necessary

I find the best part
Not having time all alone
To get so depressed

Only problem is
My two cats feel neglected
They're attention whores

I fully expect
To find furniture in shreds
Some sunny morning

Ms. Awesome

When you're curled with me
All my problems melt away
There's just you and me

rude girl

The backstory -- Sam wrote this (hopefully) sarcastic haiku in response to my apology for rudely failing to follow my P's and Q's.

Gina is so rude
Never saying please or thanks
unthoughtful cube mate

Thanks Sam!!!

sore loser....

Backgammon loser
If the game were simply luck
you might have won more

I blame the dice...

Backgammon woman
Kicks my butt consistently
At least it's not chess

Ben Wa Balls

"silly -- you can't lose them"
But Ladies -- word to the wise
buy the ones with string

perception

Public persona
hard candy shell protects me
from melting inside

Poetic License IV (Oh crap)

Banjo music starts
"Gina, are we in a film?"
"Yes... Deliverance"

Poetic License III (the revenge)

"You could get hard time
them poems ain't got no rhyme"
Cop levies a fine

Poetic License II

Cop pulls us over
"We don't like your kind down here
Writing bad haiku"