haikuken

regularly scheduled programming

a steady flicker
voices and music blaring
my eyes glaze over

boardroom peacocks

corporate plumage:
a white-collared shirt, silk tie,
the cut of a suit.

missing car

the sidewalk sparkling--
black pebbles of tinted glass
left by the car thief.

the lights are on

window pulses blue,
flickers with a tv glow.
nobody is home.

all eyes are on ohio

Democrats' hope fades.
one thing to be thankful for:
no counting of chads.

bambino's ghost departs

guest haiku by Doug,
long-suffering Red Sox fan.
his faith rewarded:

four score and six years
waiting for Godot? Not quite.
Red Sox win Series

bambino defects

a strange sensation:
yankees fans learning to fear
an end to the curse.

dare to believe

fans' hands clasped in prayer
in a mass of frustration:
tie game at Fenway.

football season in wny

street is deserted
lawnmowers all go silent:
bills are on tv

poker champion

his slouch radiates
confidence of one who knows
his opponent's cards.

acceptance speech

campaign promises
come tumbling down like balloons
waiting to be popped

big appetite

our big cars, houses,
belt buckles betray the lie:
big macs made us fat.

black jelly beans

eating all that's left,
am i shunned for anise breath,
or my blackened tongue?

on trial

john rigas in cuffs.
which verdict is less painful:
a fool or a fraud?

bambino's curse

pity the red sox,
a-rod joins with the dark side.
can nomar be next?

hype

janet's dance provokes,
revives her fading career
with a lump of flesh.