Some Senryu

There's a mild shame when
you're singled out for having
been scarce of late, no?

(I rub some mucous
into a little fresh cut
to see if it burns.)

Q: How accurate
is that Dickinsonian
fire-arm? A: Pretty.

(No tonic like the
thigh-struck clamor of a fuck-
it-all tambourine.)

Whiz-kid's still harping
on that ol' over-/under-
"ripeness is all" tip.

More and more I’ve learned
to let evaporation
do the work for me.

Thanks, sister, for those
red silicone tongs; they pinch
so beautifully.