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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.23 C : [
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you can move paper
anywhere you want, so long
you keep quiet.
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sun stayed out all night
like a gaslight burning up
tomorrow; sleepless.
165
say it again, say
"anything goes." say "perish."
say anything, love.
166
ate gunk out a bag.
glad to be alive, I guess;
double jeopardy.
167
ashtray full of fire
days turned to smoke plumes, racing
nitrous Langoliers.
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another bad day
most days are bad days, in truth
it's only bad once.
169
too many long weeks
make up a short year; at last
some joy wandered near.
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.22 C!
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new balance buttplug
for the ass kicking contest-
a standing study.
157
goddamn, that's dreadful;
actions have consequences
& they're edible.
158
turns out that the real
psyop was the friends we made
fearless of door knocks.
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it must really suck
to live years upon years in
fear of company.
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hot soup turns sour, cold.
a window left open will
usher in the flies.
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no time for sickos,
not ever, no thank you please.
live and learn better.
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naked is the base,
the basic mode of being-
pardon all the slime.
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.21 C
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bootlegged a corncob,
dammit, that's some funny shit;
wrinkly lil kernels
150
one trick Fauntleroy
in a wee purple blazer
at trustfund daycare.
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fascism is a
drag audition for snitches
who look weird in wigs.
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sweet, spicy cajun
trail mix & a creamy jar
of peanut butter.
153
yeah, that's a butty.
didn't think I'd forgotten
the objective, huh?
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haircuts for women
the lice got the beach closed down
no clothes in this town
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on the lookout for
a worn out shoestring necktie
w blacktop scuff marks
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.19 ~c
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babe, wake up, it's noon
there's a finch on the window
& it's really cute.
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yummy new bedlam
poison flower stilletto
on a bun, butty.
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whoopsie doggonnit,
dog's gone, good morning stoners-
What do you mean, "dog?"
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season's first lilac,
smelled so damn good that I wept
when it went wilty.
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I GOT A BREAD TIE!
I LOVE MY LITTLE BREAD TIE!
Damn, why's the bread dry?
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had a weird bug dream
like a mantis, but it's a
colorful cricket.
141
Matlock & Mason
both got the same dad, the same
old cancellations.
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.18 c : ]
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no Rx solace,
no buffing the coke bottles.
twiddle thee, thumbs up.
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nah-nah nuhbooboo;
thinking it's a demon's name-
ass-slappageddon.
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gone fishing, I guess.
Got a better bait to hook
a circle of jerks.
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crazy, how many
dudes trade their families
for Mike fucking Flynn.
132
candytuft amok
gonna overrun Sharon
if we do it right.
133
kinda like if the
Manics didn't sound quite so...
they don't sound manic.
134
what's a better way
to organize some strangers
than shadowboxing?
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk. 17 cc:{FF
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sharing is caring
popcorn & lawfare, awesome.
wife got a crowbar.
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heartwarming heartburn;
the worst cats you know fighting
over a hairball.
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whisper wishes to
a car alarm while praying
for a cannonball.
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it's eeny-meeny-
enemy, better living
thru chemistry... yeah?
125
dogfaced, temperance
upside-down in the river;
bad bets are calling.
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watching cicadas
fall out of trees, climb back up,
fall again, harder.
127
stop teaching kids
to fling burning marshmallows
in the air at night.
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk. 12 <<c!
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still posting thru it-
self-fulfilling prophecy:
chucklefucks, goblins.
081
clay pigeon big top
ring finger game, spin the wheel
check, raise, inside straight
082
behold, a delay.
4/20 is a long month.
I think I'm still high.
083
I can hear a bird.
I reckon it's a nuthatch,
or a laser gun.
084
nope, it's a klaxon
somewhere downtown; or maybe
over the air base.
085
it's suboptimal
to be processing guesswork.
pretend skeletons
086
always so sleepy,
living a dream of living,
tossing and turning.
+
087
scented candles are
expensive, insensible.
You can just burn shit.
089
a moth wants into
the smoking lounge. It's banging
on the window. Help.
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.11 c>>
073
Stewartson's ass sold
us out to some Nazis so
we're on a hit list
074
bucket full of change
maybe we'll make rent, maybe
we'll chump blockchain bets.
075
wyrms at the circus
big top's a flagship; fearless
heathens wish on stars
076
dream journal gawkin;
gophers too stoned to argue
& yet, they're barkin
077
down by the crossroads
is an old watering hole.
crapshoots in dog bowls.
078
what's a calendar?
been counting down a sundial
to a better curse.
079
better when it's wet
go ahead & double sauce
the nuggy buty.
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.10 c+
065
think it's back on grind.
fifty fifty, five oh slides,
tail snap, blooper reel.
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never gonna see
Interpol live. no padded
wagon, bachelor.
067
love your neighbors, yo
(unless they're total assholes
or landlords. Fuck them).
068
menace? not Dennis.
patron of the boiler room,
don't even drink juice.
069
five syllables, nice!
seven syllables? Nicer!
seventeen, real nice!
070
piss off, calendar.
alarm clock, contagious drool
puddle. I'm drowning.
071
dang ol' database,
ant mill out a rabbit chase.
wasted it, wasted.
072
maybe we'll chuckle,
maybe rocks'll knock bottle
rockets off the stump
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.9 c
058
super 8 clicks off,
quiet auditorium
shuffles out, it's done.
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stew's still stewing on
that easy bake crock of shit.
roosters coming home.
060
God's precious baby,
an idiot. Amazing.
how graceful, how sweet
061
birdsong's a ruckus
ruffled feather dusters cluck,
muffled sock noises
062
main street hornypost
check the eldritch psychonaut
losing my damn mind
063
a politic of
resentment, huffing jenkem;
praxis: muttering.
064
excuse me, I said
get in the dunktank. you ain't
worth logging out for.
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.5 C
030
frozen October
it's January now, and
a much later year.
031
high five, wrapped one up.
hang five, gooseneck, crust done puffed.
self-five, cool thing. yes.
032
pretty shitty way
to pour out malt vinegar.
tossed under a bus
033
ain't a better show
than what you see, what you don't
go out looking for
034
snowblind, slurry eyed
surprised to find a warm rime.
alarm clock, grey sky.
035
remember radio?
faraway music, static,
a lonesome unknown
036
negotiating
the signage budget, maybe
we'll spell it 'buty'
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.20 c
142
think I stubbed my toe
I didn't; impossible
can still feel it, though
143
thinkin about them
old New Hampshire Tuesday nights,
if they could be new...
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the radio girl
she's someone's daughter. there's so
many daughters, too.
145
that warrior nun,
she got some idiot friends
dance-magic dancing.
146
candle smell just like
sweaty fuckin in the car;
IEDTF
147
so much for weekends
a deep breath in the deep end
weakness? it depends.
148
old people listen to
shit like Korn & Beyonce
time is linear
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.6 C
037
pretty wack self dox
Google Phillipines anti
mail order bride law
038
vengeance is sordid
but I'm so morbidly bored
& boredom's boring.
039
capital fuck it
unethical ducks. quack? yup.
bad news run amok
040
so you want to be
a wizard? that's cool. you are
thirty fucking five.
041
oh shit oh no fuck
I'm drunk, like drunk drunk, really
really really drunk
042
well damn, that's no way
to treat honesty. adapt
or opt out, easy.
043
I ain't arguing
w these motherfuckers that
John Brown would've shot
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.8 c!
051
playing catch up, oops.
sacrificed a whole damn week-
the audacity.
052
got a foolish heart?
bet on it. sucker's luck? check
the glyphs in the trunk
053
it's human, stupid,
they're just some intrusive thoughts-
thermite, a whalefall.
054
Benadryl to Styx,
static whispers, static screams;
rowboat, ration sleep
055
curtains open on
a shipwreck. battle rap, cringe,
champagne, big wet kiss.
056
the tines of the forks
and the heat from their torches
make a mess of me.
057
if you got hope, you
can put it in a bottle
w a rag & huff.
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Haiku 2OP3: Wk.7 !c
044
please answer the phone
the scanners are all madness
there's too many dead
045
a dozen plates spin
forgetful. self-correction
is a pile of shards
046
thankful for friendship
and steadfast comradery.
the lights can stay on!
047
raging, all hours on
the obelisks are cracking
waxed asses collapse
048
give'em enough rope
and some byline credentials-
we all swing thru hoops
049
I believe in you,
you brave, beautiful buzzard.
Steal that gassy heart.
050
op? sock? I'm no toes-
oh shit, impotent nope thread!
ope, soap's a no-throw.
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