Haiku have patterns.
Five and seven syllables.
Here are my attempts.
The roar of a bus
deafening the music of
this Monday morning.
Foci of this eve:
interpunct and octothorpe,
acronyms thereof.
Your escape beckons
yet make no sudden movements;
keep it to yourself.
Intrinsigism:
that which is so intrinsic
its name cannot be.
A discovery:
I am a morning person
trapped in geek’s clothing