Sorta Kinda Tanka

Bleary and dull,

moving through life half asleep.

And yet, there are cats

and the sound of rain on a roof

and the smell of fresh apples.

I want to be sharp, sharp, sharp! (9/5/14)

I want to be sharp, sharp, sharp!
But, like a dull knife,
I only cut bluntly.

Also Not a Haiku & Written in 1987/8

the closet is clean

yet they are unshowered
lying
between sheets strewn
with
tiny hairs and scattered bits

waiting
for the dull burst of the alarm.

morning.