#master-key

"Preparation [10w] Hope for the best, but prepare for your insufferable wife."

"Self-Motivation [10w] "Today I'll do something more extraordinarythan I did yesterday."

"Writer's Block [10w] Every writer's block is surrounded by a million other possibilities."

"Campbell's Soup: M'm! M'm! Good!... ...even though our products have more sodium than the Dead Sea."

"Jonesing [10w] Is it odd of me that I'm Jonsesing for strange?"

"New York City [10w] + [10w] + {Couplet} In fast-paced New York Cityeven the bubbling brooks babble.The Hudson and East River run rabid,skirting the rabble"

"Oxford, England Haiku City shrouded in fogand within the blinding mist we found each other."

"A Note from Time Management [10w] Our time machine's temporarily out of order. Come back yesterday."

"Fame [10w] Fame has a funny way of rewriting your entire past."

"Wheaties: Breakfast of Champions... who'll endorse any product for a price."

"Poetry Trek: 'To Boldly Go Where No man Has Gone Before' A poet must get into spaceship every dayand launch himself into metaphorical space."

"Simply Fabulous Haiku If I write fablesam I a fabulist orsimply fabulous?"

"Siesta Mud tracked from the rice fields blazon a pathFrom kitchen to cellar escaping noon’s wrath.A quiet siesta to break the ordealOf scything and sifting and spinning the wheel.Half a dream later he returns to the fieldTo seeding earth’s furrows. massaging its yield.And when Sun descends gravely back to her tombHe tracks back to the kitchen, the cellar, his room."

"There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. [10w] + {Couplet} Network TV's insistent stupidity to the Outer Limits pushes me."

"Bridges [10w] Bridges are overpasses for commuters and roofs for the homeless."

"Frank Lloyd Wright {Couplet} Frank Lloyd Wright eliminated the confining wall,so now when your wife screams at youit sounds like you're in Tammany Hall."

"Poetry is a Ladder {C☰O☰U☰P☰L☰E☰T} {The poet's job is to create a ladder} {for the reader to enter his imagination}and☰once☰they've☰climbed☰u­p☰to☰the ☰top☰remove☰each☰rung☰by☰grad­ation"

"Figure, Woman, Wife I study the sleeping figure,Stare at her sated curl of lip;Her lids sealed in dreams so pureMy love's secured from tip to tip.I study the sleeping womanHer forehead faint with sweatHer eyes wildly remmingOf adulterous sex, I bet.I study the sleeping wife,Her mouth faintly drawing breath;Her throat pouring pools of blood ~How I loved this woman to death."

"Accurs'd McDonalds, I Bite my Thumb at Thee! {Couplet} Let vex'd heavens rant and rage,This here McNigga slave ain't workin' for no McMinimum wage."

"The Unspoken Speaks Volumes Stillness brackets the exchanges between lovers. Itis not the lack of sound, but an encapsulated silenceof resonance. Resonant silences stand like bookends, embracing their thoughts;though formal pleasantries vibrate the air,they are more ritual than communication.The couples true intents are articulated in the unspoken.Two bodies.One soul."