I Am WAY Too Happy about This

Trust me, years ago, these results would've been a lot more crazy. Believe it!

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Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	High
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Information --

In gloomy June rain
I catalog regrets on
pages of my heart.

I call this "Oversimplification."

And it's not a haiku.

Age 13: I discover the kid who offers me prescription drugs saying, "You could really use some of these," is absolutely correct.
Age 14: I discover a reason to keep living: To get drunk as often as possible!
Age 15: I push anything awful down with Weed, Pills, and, of course, & Liquor.
Age 16: Why not add a little LSD to the mix? When Valium & Weed don't work and Booze gives one blackouts, LSD is a really, really attractive idea. Besides, it's so spiritual, if spirituality means driving down PCH quoting Foreigner's "Blue Monday" verbatim and wondering if the median has people in it.
Age 17 1/2: I quit drinking because I think I want to live and am afraid I won't die if I keep on.
Ages 17 1/2-30: Does that guy/girl/standoffish person of any gender like me? Does my professor hate me? How much do those shoes cost? I need them to go with my cape.
Ages 30-42: Real Contentment doesn't lie in Sex, Shopping, Candy, or Caffeine. But they don't hurt either. At least not most of the time.

Though

it rains hard and feels
like Winter, a ladybug
flies past my window.

Sparrow

Sparrow, how hard does
your heart flutter when you fend
off a thieving hawk?

The Other Day...

I was driving along Highway 4, and I saw a coyote. I've been thinking about it ever since--its long, clever face and its somewhat menacing gaze when our eyes met. It was one of the coolest things I've ever seen. I hope these haiku do it justice.

Coyote
Eyes meet—yours clever,
threatening; mine surprised by
your bushy tail.

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You’re much browner than
I realized, Coyote.
In paintings, you’re grey.

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Your gait quick, easy
through the tall grass. Brown
and grey, you blend in.

These Days...

rarely do I watch
a sunrise in real time
while not having slept.