Eight Haiku for a Sunday

Give me your address.
I want to send you a book
of Haiku you'll love.

Don't be a dummy.
Things happen for a reason -
you'll figure it out.

Through tweeted Haiku
coded messages arrive
under the radar.

bullet-proof coffee -
add coconut oil, honey
and melted butter.

There will be no winners
in the war that’s approaching -
just scorched battlefield.

If you've ever had formal
foreign language instruction
you can understand Gertrude Stein.

Mushroom powder leaves
the same sludge on the bottom
as Turkish coffee.

The face mask of the 80's
was the condom. Not Fauci's
first rodeo. Same business model.