Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

dainty flowers dance
on the head of a sharp pin
but i saw angels

But I saw angels
And that's just not quite okay
Swear they taunted me!

paranoia hurts
when you've got a gun in your
back pocket, sweating

back pocket sweating
i wondered about the cause
where's my hand warmer?

Wish I could tell you
All the secrets I'm keeping
But they're not my own

Okay, I just wanted to share this haiku I dug up from somewhere in my room (while packing/cleaning) I wrote it last year and got a kick out of it today:
The Hulk
Big, green, likes to smash
Normal guy sometimes, but then
Hulk smash! Hulk smash! Yeah!

That will be all. (The chain can continue with either of my last lines, here, whichever you'd like.) =)

But they're not my own
these odd pieces of language
that I keep finding

it was meant to be
easier - cigarettes, wine
and no sweet woman

no sweet woman
oh well, i've been called much worse
in those long dark nights

in these long dark nights
while I want to make a kill,
my fangs have toothache

my fangs have toothache
I need doctor dracula
though he will draw blood

though he will draw blood
i'm a jackson pollack fan
all things live in art

be it ever so
that poetry will not die
but live forever

but live forever
and that with me so we might yet
know eternity

a little later
can be summed up in one word:
procrastination

better yet, never
travel to Beaverton, yet
you are living there

you are living there
apart from me and my heart
bring back my love please

bring back my love please
all covered in wet kisses
on valentine's day

on valentine's day
remember the massacre
be kind to my heart