2022 03 Haiku

a walk in park
Every afternoon, keeps me
From going insane

Ripped from the void
It would be better to be
Just nothing at all

This jingoism
Is predictable yet still
So disappointing

My whole life inside
The back of this Subaru
Run away again

A far away cave
Filled with piles of candy
Troubles can’t find me

Numbers remembered
From old TV commercials
Taking up brain space