Haiku 9 in These titles mean nothing.

Looks like I solved the title problem.
Last single digit day in the first month of 2016.

Tel me what you want.
Maybe I’ll want it too.

Sprinkle me with ..... nothing actually.

Bad corn chips in a paper bag.
Really bad corn chips.

When you write in 750 words you go for flow. It doesn’t matter what you say or how you say it. No one, probably not even you, will ever read it.
Here there is always the chance you will say something that reaches someone and causes ..... what? Notice?

It’s getting cold. We will have some winter. I hear the threats.

I am teetering on the brink of something I cannot define. I’m not happy. Not sad. I felt really good waking up this morning - in ways I cannot explain or remember. Now the day is almost over and I am not as happy. Still no explanation. Gravity. Inertia. Time gets heavy toward the end?

Batman and robin… patrol Gotham City.
Beneath my dignity… for a point.
Besides there isn’t time left - see?

This is not an entry. Not even a haiku.