5 Haiku's: Buffalo Wing Regret

Wings of buffaloWhy do you torture me so?I love to hate youWings of buffaloWhen will you ever let me go?My belly begs for deathWings of buffaloOh spices you burn my tongueThen tush as you goWings of buffaloMy toilet is quite displeasedI need more CloroxWings of buffaloI'm sure I'll never have againUntil the next time -Peter Brown 2012

Holding Back The Tide

Why do we sometimes wait to go pee,
Instead of setting our caged liquids free?

Why do we sit for a couple beats later,
Ignoring our urges to which we should cater?

Why do we squirm in our seats in denial,
Of the river inside that should flow like the Nile?

Why do we walk by a restroom and think,
I can hold back the dam right up to the brink?

Why do we wait till our bladders are bursting,

Oh Progress Bar

Progress bar, oh progress barHow you taunt at meI wait and watch with faith eternalI pray on bended kneeI see you jump from ten to twentyJust to sit at thirty-threeI sit and stare as nothing happensAs if my gaze you seeSoon as I start to push the buttonOnce more alive you'll beOn we go, up through the countNow eighty-five I seeAnd as we reach for ninety-nineI pulse with energyThe screen goes

Talking To My TV

If one should visit in my houseThey might surely hear me grouseFor if the televisions onTo it I am naturally drawnAnd for some reason I relayWhatever thought I wish to sayOnce the show has then begunWhether new or just re-runSomething takes a hold of meAnd because of what I seeI call out to give adviceOr tell them that's overpricedOr warm them of a lurking soulBehind them on the lonely strollOr

NyQuil Is My Friend

NyQuil is a friend of mine,He helps me drift to sleepHe doesn't sing a lullaby,Or waste time counting sheepNo, NyQuil isn't subtle.He isn't shy or meek.He levels me with medicine,That make my eyelids weakI do not like the taste of itIt's flavor kin to vileBut if the sludge will help me sleepThen I'll slurp it with a smile.While sitting in the kitchenUpon my counter stoolI swig a shot of

Sneezing My Brains Out

Sneezing My Brains OutI'm sneezing my brains outAll over my screenI'm turning my pixels To yellow and greenI'm sneezing my brains outAnd I've run out of tissueWith a near brimming trash canMy co-workers take issue"We're going to get sickWhile you sit there and sneeze!"Well it isn't a coldIt's those beautiful treesThe purples and crimsons And violets of spring timeThey're killing me offSlashed<

An Empty Hat Hook

While trudging through a new book storeI saw a hat hook. Nothing moreApparently used just for showOn a pillar by the fiction row. I looked it over once, then twiceOf antiqued brass it once was niceBut why here this poor neglected bitFor I could see no use of itWho hangs a hat near Bear or Clarke?Why should here it make its mark?I swear I found no use or function For a hat hook at this junction"So

The End Of Days

The end of the day is the best partIs it odd that we feel that way?While much of it gone from the daybreakThere's still truth in what I do sayGone to meetings with managers droningTheir deadlines and pie charts galoreWhile no one is listening or caringAll they hear is "We want some more!"Gone to users who stand in my door frameWith issues that "Must be solved fast!"Foreheads wrinkled without

The Kamikaze Fly

Look to the skyHe comes! He's here!The kamikaze flyRight in your faceRetreat! Beware!Invading your spaceOdds against himYou're Big! He's Small!Risking life and limbDive bombing nutAt full throttle!Right into my gutSpinning and thrashingSwiping! Chasing!With arms a lashingYet on he divesRetreat! Retreat!If only to survivePeter Brown 2008

Ode To A Nose Picker

Beside me sitting in your carBoth stopped at the light we areBut unlike me you seem distractedAs your brains you have extractedHow far up there can you go?While watching this most vulgar show.You keeping digging deeper stillUntil you get your sticky fillYou seem not to notice usAs we gag and make a fussWith your finger in your noseUp to your knuckle now it goesNow with your filthy quest

It's Five days 'till Christmas

It's five days 'till Christmas The dates almost hereWith presents and carolscelebration and cheerI feel like I've missed itAs if already gone byI'm not feeling festiveI can't tell you whyI saw a strange womanIn line at this placeWith bright Christmas sweaterand a frown on her faceIf a bedazzled sweaterwith real bells and a wreathcan't make you feel merryThen you're mush underneathThere's just so

Poor Pitiful Puce

Suggestion by AndoOh what is the useof the color named puce?So often called mauveBut never chartreuseOverlooked and ignoredHardly every adoredIt sits and it waitsAll pointless and boredNot magenta, not pinkNor rose I would thinkBut something betweenNot a shade, but a finkThen a webmaster sageWhile programing a pageHe types 'CC8899' To make puce all the rage"I'm useful, I'm wanted!""I don't have

Coffee For Brains

Coffee for brains, as I turn on my truckIt's completely is charge, and with any luckIt'll get me to work while I take in the viewBelieve me or not, I tell you it's trueCoffee for brains, my skull is a messVoid of all thought, no worry or stressAs I open the door to start a fresh dayI pass folks in the hall, and have nothing to sayCoffee for brains, as I sit in my chairI pour out my joe and I

Friendly Sharpies

I love the smell of Sharpies early in the dayThey sooth my mind and in restful sleep I stayWith their scent intoxicating both inviting and elatingIn me they make a blissful carefree wayThey do for free what others pay forI doubt a substance could do more forMy utter lack of concentration, nodding head and relaxationI sing and tap my foot upon the floorNow I sway slightly when I standAs if on a

Post Recipe

Dream it up and think it outWrite it down and flush your doubtBlog, Blog, Blog.Adding here, a dash of spiceJust until the post looks niceBlog, Blog, Blog.Click it out, then read it throughMaking then a change or twoBlog, Blog, Blog.Watch your hits and see them growMakes you glad and proud to knowBlog, Blog, Blog.See em come and see em goHits from here and there they flowBlog, Blog, Blog.Soon they

Oh Spammer

Oh Spammer, dear SpammerYou’re driving me madWith pill pushing, stock tipsYou suppose I’ll be hadAnd buy up your goodiesFrom some cool website adI just want to tell youI don’t need your medsNot Soma nor Xanax,Nor pills for my head.I don’t trust your notesBut my doctor insteadNow there is the recentSending out a stock fakeAll emails to Bobby Come to me by mistake?I’ll lose all my bread But you’ll

The Jugglers Daughter

The Jugglers Daughter Is a political science majorShe doesn’t understand himHe tries to make her seeThis is the life I’ve chosenIt’s all I am, all I knowJuggling is more than reflexIt gives me understandingMaria...You and I are quite alikeWe both are expert jugglersI juggle bean packed balls You juggle peoples livesMaria. You see,Life is like a juggling actThe balls, they rise and fallFortunes

Happy Tuesday

Happy Tuesday. How do you do?Happy Tuesday. I’m fine, and you?I’m thinking ‘bout the weekendYes, I agree. Me too.No one ever cared for TuesdayA point I simply sayTuesday’s insignificantNot black or white. Just gray.Monday it kicks off the weekAnd is nothing short of bleakFriday its antithesisGateway to the end you seekBut Tuesdays are just thereLike an ever steady “fair”Free of spirit, praise or