2 Haiku for Anti-Common Sense

An anti-vaccine 
conspiracy is leading 
the anti- to mask up

Human behavior
makes no sense, driven by fear;
more rare, by love
2 Haiku for Anti-Common Sense

Liquor Run

It’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun
It’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun

Well it’s Friday night and I just clocked out
Pay-check in my hand so you know what I’m about
Throw the truck in reverse then I throw it to first
Peelin’ out the parking lot ‘cause I gotta quench my thirst

It’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun
Time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun

Now I been out in the field all day
and you been cleaning your life away
What we both need is couple of drinks
To whet our whistles - tell me whaddayou think?

What’s that you’re saying?
The cabinet’s dry?
There ain’t no bourbon and there ain’t no rye?
There ain’t no vodka and there ain’t no beer?
Well what the hell are we doing just standing here?

It’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun
Time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun

Now the liquor store man he knows me well
Calls me Mister when he makes that sell
Got a big box ready to lock and load
With bottle after bottle of that liquid gold

It’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun
Time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun

Didja get that whiskey?
You bet!
Didja get that rum?
I didn’t forget!
Didja get tequila?
¡Sí, Sí, Sí!
A bottle of scotch?
Oh yes indeed!
Didja grab some beer?
A case or two!
What about the wine?
Some from me, some for you!
Didja get some gin?
Of course, I did!
Well then get on home and let’s pop them lids!

Let’s drink until we can’t drink no more!
Let’s dance on the couches and sleep on the floor!
Let’s stir up shit like pigs in pen!
Let’s get up tomorrow and do it all again!

When it’s time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun
Time to go on a liquor run
Time to go on a liquor run, hun

Liquor Run

To Retire at Peace

You once were a body 
of dirt and tiny roots,
grub worms and cicadas.

Sometime in the night

you turned to grey stone
and started to question
the idea of mobility.

You forgot that erosion
is a rock’s sure-fire ticket

to a beachside retreat
someplace nice and warm.

It took only 10,

000 years and 1,

000,000,000 raindrops

to remind you.

Now you enjoy
frozen piña coladas

in a body of light,

a body prone to catch fire
given prolonged exposure,

a body prone to move faster
than anything else you’ve known.
To Retire at Peace