whiskey & fleas

is it the wind in
my leg hair or did one more
fucking flea hop on?

like grizzly man i
try to be one with nature
until the fleas feast

when the fleas knaw on
the tender ankles of my
kids…fuck it–it’s war

i will be feeling
fleas on my skin long after
the sun has burned out

i am pretty sure
my personal hell will be
flea bites all night long

yes there is whiskey
in my coffee but i am
desperate & sad

because i wanted to cheer up mike and his haiku of sadness
i was determined to do some “real time” haiku throughout my day…however, it quickly morphed into my own battle with fleas. so–maybe it can be a “well at least i don’t have fleas!” kind of take on loneliness & heartache?
strangely
having fleas does kind of put things in perspective.

stay tuned…maybe i will move past my flea infestation at some point in the day….

also–totally check out mike’s manic word depot–it contains beautiful, heart wrenching writings & does not have fleas.