Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

Live our own lives, dear,
as we wait the grizzly end:
Stay off me beach, bitch!

Stay off me beach. Bitch
if you must, but we are through.
Sand castle for one.

Sand castle for one.
Waves washing away the sand.
Sand castle soon gone.

Sand castle soon gone
distant lighthouse's beam searches
sandy shore's high tides.

Sandy shores, high tides,
sea birds cawing: things I
hate about beaches.

Hate about beaches
if you must. How do you feel
about pine forests?

about pine forests --
the trouble is, they smell like
car air fresheners.

car air fresheners
'Vidoo' car fresheners
Removes all odor.

Removes all oders...?
Sprays can liberally about.
Sniffs. Frowns. Sprays again

Sniffs. Frowns. Sprays again.
A new perfume for my dear, Jen,
a bike for our son

A bike for our son,
and a compter for Beth.
Things I should have bought.

less television
is not good for life. how will
you do small talk then

Less television.
Yeah, that'd be good for starters.
That...and a girlfriend.

...Damn you jaus...


You do small talk then?
Why don't we get some coffee
and get a bit small...?

That and a girlfriend
might buy a starbucks latte
if she has four bucks.

That... and a girlfriend
to go on a date with in
The Hahn's Horror house

Okay were all efed-up now.

Jaus you won so, I did this:

You do small talk then?
Why don't we get some coffee
and get a bit small...?

So the starting line is now

>>and get a bit small...?

In this rush up Cassandra's haiku got lost:

and get a bit small
like the smurf. paint thyself blue
and dance at birthdays

if she has four bucks
if she had curly hair. i'd
dump Marie for her

now there are two last lines. the next poster may pick either and go ahead...

Dump Marie for her...?
A skank like that? Are you nuts?
Marie is the one.

Haiku. From her flesh,
slices of poetry, served
cold: five, seven, five.

Cold. Five, six, seven
cubes on her belly, melting.
Love those rivulets.

Love those rivulets.
Hug the strong winds. Dance to the
birds' random whistles.

The lost, hollow earth,
spinning on its axis. No
rest for the weary.