Haiku Writes Itself

Haiku Writes Itself

It sailed from ceiling

smashed into a hundred shards

Scaring me shiteless

I just remembered that I still had to write a haiku for the day; while I was sitting here at the computer staring blindly into the kitchen trying to think of something to write about, the glass cover for the light in the kitchen just fell and crashed onto the floor. I saw it come undone from the ceiling and sail into the linoleum. Jesus. I didn't need something to write about that badly. All I could think of to do was put my hands up over my ears, then I just sat here for a minute contemplating the possibility of poltergeists. Now I have to get the GD broom and sweep until I think I can walk barefoot. *sigh* Mommy needs a drink.