A Day In Haiku

7:05 am
Between toes it seeps.
Like oatmeal with hair: cat sick.
Me, more a dog guy.

9:12 am
Coffee pot near dry.
Office rules: Kill it, fill it.
Have a smoke instead.

1:47 pm
A scotch with my lunch.
Many—a lunch with my scotch.
Next,fake productive.

5:20 pm
Cars for days, rush hour.
Springsteen on the radio.
Tramps like me, stillborn.

10:02 pm
Wife says she’s on rag.
Same excuse was used last week.
Jerk in sink, goodnight.