As a child, my hobbies and heroes were pixelated.
Decades later, my interests are the same, but the graphics have upgraded.
Category: Poetry
Huly July Christmas
Sun bleached twinkle lights and faded décor
Robin’s nest in the garland ‘round the window
Dead June bugs in the wreath on the door
Christmas ends when the lawn needs a mow
Old
The most curious thing I’ve noticed as I pass through my middle years
Isn’t the hair growing on my shoulders, but the ones growing out of my ears.
I’m writing this from a conference table
The speaker showed without doubt
That he’s confident talking to people
On topics he knows nothing about.
Rent To Own
I once worked at Rent A Center.
Delivered stuff in the cold and bitter.
My boss was a twit.
I decided to quit.
Now I stay indoors in the Winter.
Sunday Morning
Dogs’ll go 
poop in a room you don’t use.
They won’t wake you up. They’ll go while you snooze.
The Introvert
He’s the least fun person that you’ll ever happen to meet.
He spends casual day with dress shoes on his feet.
He doesn’t dance and never sings.
He does not like social things.
He’s got no beat.
He finds himself alone at last.
He knows the day is finally passed.
He turns the music up, kicks the shoes off his feet.
He’s the most fun person that you’ll never happen to meet.
Haiku for Monsanto
Some things need to change
I want everyone to know.
I’m pro-GMO.
Burger Time
There’s a giant at my job.
I call him Burger Time.
I’ve never seen his face before
Just his huge behind.
If you bring a burger to my work
Don’t leave it laying about.
I don’t know where the burgers go
But I know where they come out.
Haiku For TRON
Nineteen Eighty Three
I only had two quarters
TRON took my money
Great Caeser's Ghost 