Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

Blarg · Oct 2, 2011

Your money's your own
prison when you can't see past
the cell of comfort.

Paul · Oct 3, 2011

The cell of comfort
permeable and porous
clearly, not for us

pangalactic · Oct 3, 2011

Clearly not for us
those days of eternal wealth;
the well has run dry

Blarg · Oct 3, 2011

The well has run dry --
imagination sand, grit
dirt in a dry mouth.

Paul · Oct 3, 2011

Dirt in a dry mouth
a forlorn child at the spout
of a rusted tap

B.D. Eyeslie · Oct 3, 2011

Of a rusted tap--
yet how sweet the maple sap
filling my bucket.

Blarg · Oct 3, 2011

Filling my bucket
with blackberries, if lucky,
takes me quite a while.

Paul · Oct 4, 2011

takes me quite a while
to while away the dying
day, let night begin

L.J. · Oct 4, 2011

day, let night begin
and lull to peaceful slumber
the world weary souls

zanzjan · Oct 4, 2011

The world-weary souls
Queue up at the old turnstyles,
Haunted by late trains.

Blarg · Oct 4, 2011

Haunted by late trains,
ears, heart, unblinkable eyes
gather more shadows.

B.D. Eyeslie · Oct 4, 2011

Gather more shadows
and hold them over my head.
My skin is burning.

zanzjan · Oct 4, 2011

My skin is burning!
Fire ants! Fire ants! Get them off!
Nasty li'l fuckers.

Blarg · Oct 4, 2011

Nasty Li'l Fuckers
would top all kids' Christmas lists --
Dolls for the Real World!

B.D. Eyeslie · Oct 5, 2011

Dolls for the real world
deflate in the Ford's back seat--
a painful goodbye.

CDSinex · Oct 5, 2011

A painful goodbye—
Not waiting for the first frost
taunting geese take wing

Perscribo · Oct 5, 2011

Taunting geese take wing
honking oil-slick memories
and the human stain.

Blarg · Oct 5, 2011

... and the human stain ...
there! That's the last accounting --
apocalypse done.

B.D. Eyeslie · Oct 6, 2011

Apocalypse done?
Not quite so fast there, bright eyes,
Don't forget mole man.

Sorry, I didn't mean to start a Springfield thread.

kborsden · Oct 6, 2011

Don't forget mole-man,
buried below the surface
because he chose to

B.D. Eyeslie · Oct 6, 2011

Because he chose to
hide his face from the masses,
his alibi's gone.

RyanLKing · Oct 7, 2011

His alibi's gone.
Those who could help him are dead.
And soon he'll be too.

Blarg · Oct 7, 2011

And soon he'll be too
whereas she once was almost;
they could never at.

Perscribo · Oct 7, 2011

They could never at
once listen and choose to hear
indelicate words.

Blarg · Oct 7, 2011

Indelicate words
thrust their bows through the rough sea
onto smaller boats.

Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

Blarg

Paul

pangalactic

Gargling blasters

Blarg

Paul

B.D. Eyeslie

Blarg

Paul

L.J.

zanzjan

killin' all teh werds

Blarg

B.D. Eyeslie

zanzjan

killin' all teh werds

Blarg

B.D. Eyeslie

CDSinex

Imagine something clever here.

Perscribo

Pound cake.

Blarg

B.D. Eyeslie

kborsden

Has a few recurring issues

B.D. Eyeslie

RyanLKing

Blarg

Perscribo

Pound cake.

Blarg