Jewels on grasses, The fog smells like cucumbers, Baby hands grip club.
This poem is about human destiny. Usually, if your destiny looks bad, you might want a destiny check, maybe adjust your outrageous sense of self-importance. Most of us will … Continue reading Haiku – Clean Coal Terraforming Tragedy
My binary rocks And all the hues are leaving On the 24th. Half of the old tree Is squished down on some boulders. Treetops from ground, reach! Woolen cotten twines, … Continue reading Khipu khipunon
Passing lamasery in gloaming Faint lamasery Oofs in fog, and resettling, Monocarpic torch Procrastinaughty Iteroparous Cat naps and claws, purrs, sunbeam Falls on house and brook Texas Abs … Continue reading The only time I shall use a word intended, italicized
Goodbye dirtbag creep. America cheats its young On another dime. Bye Felicia, yeah You can go right on home now Because you suck ass. Poor people lack food … Continue reading Bye Felicia- Haikus on Paul Ryan
5/7/5 a day, kid! I make T-shirts designed with haikus ON THEM like talismans divining a spectral path through this world of lo-fi cat reticence! Magus level Epsilon. If you … Continue reading New T-shirt: Haiku got your back
Bad and conflicted Orange circus peanut hands Thrash and writhe in dust
If you love frogs and toads, sympathize with their struggles, their vulnerabilities, their dreams, their nightmares, then consider Phyllomedusa the official spokesperson for the spirit of the frogs and … Continue reading Phyllomedusa, the one, the only frogcore band
Eagles fart majestically in the bright halls of eternity. Cherry blossom petals will fall, but not today. Where are my damn keys? I go to the store for no reason … Continue reading Happy Pi Day – Three Haiku for You
Someone cut the light while I worked. It surprised me. Click. Black ribbons falling.
Earl Ray Tomblin, clean up on aisle West Virginia. Slap a fine, repeat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I lived in West Virginia for two years. A beautiful, wild place. A land with ancient … Continue reading Haiku – Elk River Rage
-7? With -29 windchill? That’s not cool at all.