Two Haiku

My foot, tasting burned
Still I munch it. Ecstasy!
No rare occurrence

For a friend.

Sanity subsumed
True/False light envelopes me
Hopeless? Not as such

For me.

Son of Sam Cooke

I think I need this
Saturday night head clearing
Time to get some sleep

. . wise hungry fool

Zen matters an a
'ssociative disorder
learning how to play