Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

onestepp · Jan 31, 2013

but it get's gummy
treacherous brownish hill slides
meltaway highway

BlueCricket · Feb 1, 2013

Meltaway Highway
Dripping black into the ground,
stench of molten rock.

kkbe · Feb 1, 2013

Stench of molten rock?
Come on. Gimme more than your
sulfuric bullshit.

Putputt · Feb 1, 2013

Sulfuric bullshit
is all I can come up with
when caught in a lie.

BlueCricket · Feb 1, 2013

When caught in a lie
I'll let my own bullshit smell
to higher than high.

kkbe · Feb 1, 2013

To higher than high,
I reach my hand and pluck you
from that starry sky. . .

BlueCricket · Feb 1, 2013

From that starry sky
A little man jumps up falling
Harder than he leapt.

zanzjan · Feb 1, 2013

Harder than he leapt,
he dreamt, harder still awoke,
bruis'd, but stars in hand.

Paul · Feb 1, 2013

bruis'd, but stars in hand,
he watched as they slipped
through his clasped fingers

kkbe · Feb 1, 2013

Through his clasped fingers
silver rivers slide; heavy
metal, his demise.

zanzjan · Feb 1, 2013

Metal, his damn eyes
follow me and do not blink.
I close mine, and run.

B.D. Eyeslie · Feb 2, 2013

I close mine, and run
every time the ayes have it.
Stubborn reaction.

Putputt · Feb 2, 2013

Stubborn reaction
Ignores all medication
Damn you, eczema!

Ganesha · Feb 2, 2013

Damn you, eczema!
mini death poetry line
epidermally

(experience the silence?)

Paul · Feb 2, 2013

epidermally
encased. I peek through my
cold translucent skin

kkbe · Feb 3, 2013

Cold, translucent skin
holding in that pulsing thing.
Poke it with a stick.

Putputt · Feb 3, 2013

Poke it with a stick
But make sure to be prepared
To run when it wakes.

zanzjan · Feb 3, 2013

To run? When it wakes,
we will crawl on our bellies,
tongueless, eyeless, trapped.

Paul · Feb 4, 2013

Tongueless, eyeless, trapped.
Quasimodo cries out. 'Quell
the bells'. Fruitlessly.

onestepp · Feb 4, 2013

The bells', Fruitlessly
dotes noses fragrant nerve ends
entranced delights grow

B.D. Eyeslie · Feb 5, 2013

entranced delights grow
pickleeria somber
shiny toenails sing

zanzjan · Feb 5, 2013

Shiny toenails sing:
Tra-la! Even sparkly paints
don't unstink your feet.

Putputt · Feb 5, 2013

Don't unstink your feet
I like them just fine that way
Cheesy. Musky. You.

(ewwww)

kkbe · Feb 6, 2013

Cheesy. Musky. You
overwhelm the senses, boy.
Your stench precedes you.

zanzjan · Feb 6, 2013

Your stench precedes you:
Cigarettes, attitude, ire,
miasma of fear.