Shopping Spree

Jane keeps the motor running
While Deb and I run past
the fuel pumps
Deb goes first, then me
We emerge into the daylight
bladders empty, pockets full
 

Typical

I slipped on a pork chop one day
on First Avenue
I went flying, 

Skidding away on a
greasy pocket of air
a hydroplaning discus of dry meat

Bell, Book and Candle

Day after holiday

It appears you are still celebrating

Nowhere in sight

Office Haiku #6

Screaming harpy in my office

Shrieking, stomping

Did all that botox go to your brain?