Haiku #788

788.

The ad then stated:
‘Even more reality’;
Impossibly so.

Haiku #781

781.

In the app, I reached
Enlightenment, which only cost
Four gold coins a month.

Haiku #779

779.

‘Product may not match
Description in the advert’.
Subtext, would I buy?

Haiku #767

767.

Each traffic light – red
As I drove for home, alone;
Wonders of meaning.

Haiku #764

764.

‘Recycle me please’
Reads a deadened plastic bag;
Deafening, in sedge.

Haiku #718 – #719

718.

With you I become
Like glazed expert pottery;
Tealight-holding soul

719.

Coupons and scratchcards,
These, the only redemptions
I will ever know.

Haiku #714

714.

My word of the day
Is sesquipedalian;
Even though I’m mute.

Haiku #701

701.

Should men have menses,
I said now, this world would be
A different place.

Haiku #691

691.

Louis Felipe,
Merlot Lot 18, I drank
The Wines of Chile.

Haiku #688

688.

Supermarket queue;
My two is still not your two.
Endless ego spills.