Haiku

Bread pudding in my
climate-controlled cubicle
is starchy heaven.

Spherical and blue,
perfection to gaze upon -
fresh-picked blueberries.

July to August.
Thirteen months, and what have I
to show? Confidence.

The balaclava
makes our kisses in the cold
more of a challenge.

Ice on my mustache,
formed while waiting for the bus,
delights my fingers.

Static electric
discharge on my penis is
a winter hazard.

This peanut butter
and hot pepper jam sandwich
spices the winter.