Dream note to self haiku with earworm

What will it take to
get myself out, into flight,
traveling westward

A close approximation of the sticky note that was being shoved in my face by me or someone in my dream right before I woke up. As well as “The Spiraling Shapes” - TMBG either being in the dream or the player starting up immediately upon waking.

XXXIX

So There

Maybe I aspire
to the petit bourgeoisie
I ain’t no lumpen

XXXVIII

Forked tongue, devil ears
he who hath them let them hear
you make rotten years

XXXVII

grrr i’m over this
it’s getting a little old
i’m a little cold

XXXVI

My new fuzzy socks
and naan’s new drag-about toy
are one and the same

XXXV

My ears are freezing
and down in their deep hollows
the driven snow melts

XXXIV

I did it again
No one’s paying attention
I played past the time

XXXIII

That’s adorable
Quick Joe, get the camera
it’s kitties first puke

XXXII

Lutfisk means lye fish
it’s pretty inedible
unless that’s your thing

XXX

You think you’re alone
while I know with certainty
as long as I’m here

XXVIV

Why am I so shocked
when midnite keeps catching me
still banging at it

XXVIII

Low-grade misery
days and days, week after week
so disheartening

XXVII

Journaling by dint
of seventeen syllables
well, it works for me

XXVI

All of a sudden
Shit! is it that time again?
Well it's something

XXV

Six Feet Under rocks
so much better to sleep to
than The Exorcist

XXIV

Stupid UTI
Men in leggings is just wrong
please just kill me now

XXIII

Twisting love and trust
saying you are Christ himself
who will die for you?

XXII

It’s not yet midnite
I still have a chance to win
back my self respect

Daily haiku XXI

Geese

They wrote the words upon the sky and carried the melody with them

Daily haiku XX

OK, OK, yes,
I know I’m slipping lately
But life is greasy