(2013)
technically, a scifaiku is not titled, but it's allowed
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
YOU and are not us.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
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He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
