A Portrait Of The Artist As A Working Adult

Sometimes I am sleepy

So I write a haiku

To fulfill my daily promise

Of writing poems for you.

Sometimes the day after

My sleepiness departs

And I grace you with a poem

About love or dogs or farts.

Other times my sleepiness

Remains in all it’s splendor

For sleep has been neglected

By me, it’s sworn defender.

And so on such occasions,

Hypothetical as they may be,

I write two haikus in a row

(And sometimes even three)

But tonight I use a tactic

Less observed but just as smart:

I write about my writer’s block

And pass it off as art.