No Second Date – A Haiku.

What part of the words,
deathly afraid of spiders“,
don’t you understand?

…There will be no second date, you fucking moron.

Solo Banter.

It doesn’t matter,
which title a day goes by…
I’ll end it alone.

Doesn’t get better,
by drinking the liquor dry…
before stumbling home.

Quiets the chatter,
let’s a few moments pass by…
between being thrown.

Blends in the banter,
with all the spit in my eye…
all I’ve ever known.