sun shines brighter than

neon and for a much longer

period of lifetimes

Dear Adventurers and New Readers - On Sundays at TBA we do Haiku. The theme this week is part 2 of my Hipstamatic series in the old drug store. Please enjoy and feel free to share Haiku of your own in the comments.

Maybe I should

read this thought the author as he

snapped the photo

fleeting memories

of the day she fell hard and

took him with her

even brand new she

knew there was no market for her

wares in an unhappy place

ice skating over

the rabble of life we take

for granted the meek

stick'em up he said

becoming the violent man

on his 5th birthday

kind of like a barber

useful to an entire generation

now alone and shelved

crayons always drift

from box to box and sometimes

we find one we like

cowboys and indians

we learned this game long ago when

hate was not even known

loud is an emotion

one that stays with us and begs us

to get louder still

the fuel cells ready

the heat source coming to bear

death makes its rounds

funny even the saver

cannot be the savior as the sweet

moves to savory

a kite fight for life

on its flight filled with strife makes

one last swoop over him

he was scared as they

laid him on the table to insert the sheath

and wire to his heart

racism comes in many shapes

colors and flavors with no stone

left to turn away

diarrhea was

just a fact of life he thought turning

the capsule on a pink cocktail

on the runway there

is not time to consider the glue options

for pinning a stray breasts

presidents and their

wives must not know the reasons

they are not always loved