Misc. Haiku 51-55

51

What’d I write last night?
The morning is coffee
And looking through notebooks

52

Twenty-eight and still too scared
To say thrice into the mirror,
“Bloody Mary?”

53

Moon at an acme
That no company could match —
Din of merger news

54

Kerouac’s best haiku
Were the ones that went
Uncollected

55

A retreat
Into alcoholism, no
Not me