Predictive Text Haiku

don't know if you are
interested in the sad
morning. i will be

Predictive Text Poem #2

I will be there in a few minutes and I will be there in a few minutes to talk to you about it when I get home I will send you the link to the video of the guy who was the guy who was the guy who was the guy who was the guy

Grief

We are built for loss, we humans. Memory
is what God gave to people when He was
not in a giving mood. The loss of innocence
was a bite of real fruit. We can't be hungry
without it being a sin. Loss of the womb
is called birth. Loss of imagination is called
grow up, will you? Loss of the ability to fly
at will is called the child accepts what is real;
is called what are you going to do with the rest
of your life, for real? Loss of being a nomad
is called real estate. Loss of people is a fact
of real life, accept it, kid. We get it. Every loss
is real. Every loss is real. Every loss is real.

Teaching Old Men New Kicks

When you are older and disabled
learning martial arts is a delicate
balance
between getting your body
in shape and not destroying it
in the process

the teacher says ideally, this
kick he is showing us should land
upside my opponent's head. I smile
at his optimism. My hips don't.

I try anyways & maybe that
is the whole point. to keep trying,
stay in motion, but don't mistake
the map for the territory (translated:
a picture of something is not
the thing
itself     or; a map is no good if you stare at it
so hard that you walk off a cliff

so, I respect the map of the kick
the instructor asks of me
but do not confuse it with the territory
that is my hips. I try
and keep my balance while
I try
to aim
every punch, every kick
at a map
of my opponent's head
but will settle for the territory
of their kneecap.

Come/Go - a haiku

I always dreamt
"death by orgasm" then thought
"oh... the survivor..."

Mr Half-Measure

I am Half-Enough
I am Rough-Sketched
I am Almost There
I am Think I'll Rest.
I am Never Mind
I am It's Too Much
I am It's Too Hard
I am If and I am And
     and I am Yes, But

I am Once or Twice
I am Three-Quarters There
I am I Tried That Once &
                  It Didn't Work
I am Half-Prepared
I am Stalling Tactic
I am Drag My Feet
I am Piecing Up My Puzzle
I am Missing Piece

I am Undermine
I am Self Sabotage
I am Lack of Clear Memory
        of Just How Bad I Was
I am More Research
       Inevitable Crash
I am Back For More
I am The Aftermath

I am Painful Cry
I am Justify
I am Try This Time, I Swear
I am a Simple Lie
I am the Such Unfortunate
I am the Less Than Average Chance
I am the Exhausted, Beaten Fighter
            Mumbling for One More Dance

I'm the one that never finds or claims a seat.
I am Tomorrow, or the Next Day's Unsurprising Tragedy
I am Mr. Half, because I never measure up.
I am drowning in my cups, but it's never quite enough.

I am Statistically Improbable
I am Wasted Final Chance
I am the Tragic Half-Life
that malediction grants
I am Bitter Gravity
I am Hand That Comes Up Three Times
                                        Before I Drown
I am Numbers counting down.

Predictive Text Poem

(using the initial words, "I died" and then just going with what ever your computer or phone gives you. This one was too good not to make it a poem.)

I died.
I will
be there
a little
late.