Fighting entropy

Stamping raw wood scraps
Deflated soccer ball gift
Polish the scratched table

Orange Haiku

Orange

I

I always get that

white powdery shit beneath

my nail cuticles

II

The mushroom cloud of

mist kicks me in the nose and

I think of breakfast.

III

Seeds dance on my tongue;

acid laughs at my cracked lips

burning paper cuts.

IV

Why didn’t British

sailors choose these instead of

green bumpy skinned limes?