Generation Me

Haiku poetry by Maxwell Reikosky

Paper Cups

She said he has

A personality

Closer to a paper cup

Than something earned

While counting stars

He’d scooped

From local puddles.

Generation Me

We can’t all

Be cool and different

At the same

Given time.

Either you conform

While I stay afloat

Or we both sink

In peer review.

The Present Isn’t Present At All

There it goes.

There it goes.

There it goes.

There it goes.

There it goes.

There it goes.

There it goes.

There it goes.

There it goes.

There it goes

There it goes.

There it goes.

There it goes…

It Was There Time To Go

The past walks me

Right up to my futures

Hands them each a bus ticket

And, as a matter of fact, states

“Never come back.”

The Duality of Accusation /Two Nazis Complimenting Each Other

You are the Nazi

No, you are the Nazi. No,

You are the Nazi