Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

Perscribo · Apr 26, 2020

Meadowlark greets spring.
Yellow-breasted, pointy thing.
Come sing by my door.

kkbe · May 9, 2020

Come sing by my door.
Perhaps one day, I'll find a
way to open it--

Perscribo · May 10, 2020

Way to open it!
You bloodied your eager toes
upon the framed glass.

oneblindmouse · May 11, 2020

Upon the framed glass
I cast a glance; see your face
buried in the past.

Perscribo · May 11, 2020

buried in the past
are your trinkets of passion;
floozies next to me

kkbe · May 19, 2020

Floozies next to me
whisper promises I hear,
but I don't listen.

Perscribo · May 23, 2020

But I don't listen
to birds in the bright morning.
Leave me to dark sleep.

CDSinex · May 23, 2020

Leave me to dark sleep—
The ever-shortening night’s
already too warm

kkbe · May 24, 2020

Already too warm?
Don't sweat it, Don. In hell, there's
no capacity.

Michael Myers · May 26, 2020

No capacity.
Reservoir spills the excess.
Tears flow, suffering.

zanzjan · Jun 16, 2020

Tears flow, suffering
me their silent passage, while
my heart screams outrage.

kkbe · Aug 20, 2020

My heart screams outrage:
chambered, savage, set to burst--
I'm coming undone.

zanzjan · Sep 2, 2020

I'm coming undone
my overwound springs, loose cogs,
your logic errors.

B.D. Eyeslie · Oct 6, 2020

your logic errors
have me completely baffled--
no art to your deals

kkbe · Oct 11, 2020

no art to your deals.
no heart. no soul. bereft of.
less than. M-I-A.

zanzjan · Oct 20, 2020

Less than MIA,
you are lost in sloth, vanished
into uselessness.

kkbe · Oct 21, 2020

Into uselessness,
ephemeral: happiness,
cabbages, and kings.

kkbe · Oct 26, 2020

Cabbages and kings
drew the oysters to their doom.
What was our excuse?

zanzjan · Oct 28, 2020

What was our excuse
to trade self-evident truths
for entertainment?

kkbe · Oct 29, 2020

For entertainment,
I shall now write my way out
of this paper bag. . .

B.D. Eyeslie · Nov 13, 2020

Of this paper bag
emptiness is the answer
to desperation

Perscribo · Nov 15, 2020

to desperation
warming this rising ocean
we toast our cheap wine

zanzjan · Nov 15, 2020

We toast our cheap wine
with the thunk of plastic cups
and the joys of now.

Perscribo · Nov 20, 2020

and the joys of now
will tinkle through golden leaves
before our last fall

B.D. Eyeslie · Nov 21, 2020

before our last fall
we grasped at uncertainty
breaking through thin ice