played out

the cliches catch in the throat
leaking pen in the pocket
pratfall morning
others smile like it’s cute
but its idiotic dumb
distilled into half worn smiles

routine can need routing out
when you get robotic
held still hypnotic
still not stroboscopic
a picture turned necrotic

trying to be novel
a barely capable haiku
a crippled fortune cookie
an aphorism
you may get there one day