Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

zanzjan · May 7, 2013

Thin infinitives
move us, in fits and starts, to
singularity.

kkbe · May 8, 2013

"Singularity
breeds contempt." (Motto of the
Lonely Hearts' Club Band.)

zanzjan · May 9, 2013

Lonely Hearts' Club Band,
never same without Pepper
slow Vegas decline.

kkbe · May 9, 2013

Slow Vegas decline?
Slip a token in the slot
and pull the trigger.

zanzjan · May 9, 2013

And pull! The trigger
is a mountain you must climb,
conscience thinning air.

onestepp · May 9, 2013

Conscience thinning air
high mountainous altitudes
dizzying boundries

B.D. Eyeslie · May 10, 2013

Dizzy boundaries--
skyscrapers of the Muir Woods
point to the pale moon.

Had to change dizzying for sylable count.

A. Hamilton · May 10, 2013

point to the pale moon
lone wolf howling at trail's end
the startled moose bolts

onestepp · May 11, 2013

the startled moose bolts
moosedom minutes move meadows
twirled upon, nose tipped

kkbe · May 11, 2013

twirled upon, nose tipped
to the sun, her grace in one
perfect pirourette.

('tipped' added to top row for 5 syl.)

Helix · May 13, 2013

Perfect pirouette:
The Milky Way spins around
its dark star axis

B.D. Eyeslie · May 13, 2013

It's dark--star axis,
black hole, galaxy sucker--
Satan stores his souls.

zanzjan · May 13, 2013

Satan stores his souls
in stolen tupperware, lids
mismatched, the stench foul.

kkbe · May 13, 2013

mismatched, the stench, foul.
such are we in wild embrace,
me, myself and I.

Ganesha · May 14, 2013

me, myself and I.
traveling through space and time
have come to a halt

JulianneQJohnson · May 14, 2013

Have come to a halt
Before I even began.
What was I doing?

kdnxdr · May 14, 2013

what was i doing,
and why? a slow forgetting;
so few memories

onestepp · May 15, 2013

so few memories
atmosphere's rosey ozone
moments truly lived

kkbe · May 16, 2013

Moments truly lived
are drops in a bucket to
us. Jaded cynics.

kkbe · May 18, 2013

Us. Jaded cynics.
Victims of our own parade,
hook, line and sinker.

theDolphin · May 21, 2013

hook, line and sinker,
lamenting cry of the loon,
moonlit fisherman.

B.D. Eyeslie · May 21, 2013

moonlit fisherman
tossing their nets to the surf
waves lap at their feet

kkbe · May 21, 2013

Waves lap at their feet,
flawed children, each a perfect
reflection of God.

theDolphin · May 22, 2013

reflection of God
eluding you? Try looking
in any puddle.

Helix · May 22, 2013

In any puddle,
microscopic life goes on
ignoring giants