Deep

Why must I be deep?
Can’t I be shallow sometimes?
I’m not a guru.

Pattern

Rain squeezed in cold form
slides down heights of stone and steel.
Bright rays bend hues true.



(Today's haiku was written by my dad. My dad appears courtesy of Interscope Records.)

Angels

Are angels women?
Are they men? Are they neither?
Yes, that’s it. Neither.

Gap

How wide is the gap
between genius and moron?
I bet it’s not huge.