My Personal Parlor

Only about an inch or so of wine left

The night has been productive

Boy fed, entertained, and put to

It's Trivial

The hours were expended;
The day had finally ended.
And what had I completed
For this vile firm conceited?

My efforts

The picture is crooked on the wall.
It is five past two and
I've been watching it since noon
It hasn't moved.

No one has straightened

Getting Off Work

One more hour to wait.
Then will be out the gate.
Waiting for customers,
Air-condi tioning blurs.

Fifty five

Office Life in Haiku

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The copier jam
Like freeway Chicago traffic
It's so frustrating

My mailbox is full
Could it be money?