golden age —
scheduling the drawdown
of our IRA
Paul David Mena
@extraspecialbitter.bsky.social
Just a pedestrian walking along the double yellow line.
happy hour —
a whale spout
at sunset
the song I sing
to remember
my lock combination
Soo Locks —
twins
of different mothers
forbidden fruit —
the absurdity
of a keto diet
our daily alarm
a song
by Muddy Waters
value proposition:
the price of milk
from a two-headed cow
a poltroonery of politicians
not enough for a shoe shine
I've never recorded the sound, but I definitely should. Note to self...
harvest moon —
it snickers
as we walk by
haunted house —
harvesting the last
of the ghost peppers
Thank you! When there's a breeze - which is most of the time on Cape Cod - the reeds make a sound that approaches a whisper. I wonder what they're saying?
forgetting it's a holiday the bird drops its umbrella
theater of the absurd — I cancel my subscription
desert breakfast — a scorpion waiting tables
Columbus Day — discovering the front door left open
passive aggressive —
fourteen syllables
in this haiku
flavored coffee — exactly not my cup of tea
silkworm —
here we go 'round
the mulberry bush
