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1.4k · Aug 17
Dawn
MetaVerse Aug 17

A peaches dawn climbs
     a deep-breathing dark blue sky:
          flowers, a warm breeze.

849 · Aug 26
Aroma Therapy
MetaVerse Aug 26
Antique
paper
& ink
& glue,
a fragrance
I drink
in through
my nose,
fragrant
like a dead rose.
I fan my face,
& fall into
an antique book aroma coma.
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809 · Sep 5
》》》》》》》
MetaVerse Sep 5

cool morning
     garbage truck sings
to a steel wool sky

MetaVerse Aug 10
In a rickety, rustic wooden chair
next to a matching table in a matching room,
one pink tentacle
wrapped around the ornate handle of a
tiny white tea cup,
the other suctioned to a page of an
antique volume of vaginal poetry,
I observe myself in a broken mirror.  
My 50 smiling fly eyes are beguiling but villainous,
inebriated but inhumane,
like black pearls of gooified obsidian
bejeweling the chunky strawberry jelly
of my veinous face.  
My beak is small like the wren's.  
My expression is in unison with my thought:
This mirror is very very broken.


771 · Sep 28
Under My Skin
MetaVerse Sep 28
You're in my head; you're in
          Like rabies.
I've got you under my skin,
          Like scabies.  

You're in my heart; you're heart-
          Attacking.
You crack me up.  I ****.
          I'm cracking.
745 · Aug 7
The Heart of the Sun
MetaVerse Aug 7
I know you.
I am you.
Right now you're saying to yourself,
"I want some thingamacrackers
with cricket cheese and birds' milk."
Well, you can't always get
what you want,
but if you try sometimes
you might just get
what you want.
The point is to try,
and to never
stop trying,
cuz this ill we climb,
it isn't a joke.
Life's not a ******* game you win or lose.
It's the journey of a zillion miles
that goes all the way through the heart of the Sun.

Halibut!


683 · Sep 24
Kiss
MetaVerse Sep 24

In the middle of midnight,
     night and morning kiss and part;
parting is such sweet sorrow.

669 · Aug 9
*
MetaVerse Aug 9
*

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                          asleep
                        and fall
                      777)       
                    6     ­         
                  5                  
                4         ­            
              3                       
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          (1                            
        i count them                 
      (starry starry night)      
    through the night sky      
  (fly into heaven)                  
woolbirds fly high                


MetaVerse Jul 29
Rrrrrrramən
n°○°●•○●•dles
are °•●○dləs
and ○°•●dles
of n●°○•dləs,
●○°•○•●°dles.


621 · Aug 2
White Canvas
604 · Jul 29
The Lost Blues
MetaVerse Jul 29
I woke up this mornin' feelin' like I couldn't lose.
Yes, I woke up this mornin' feelin' like I just couldn't lose.
I got outta bed and put on my blue suede shoes.

I ate me some breakfast, and I read me some Langston Hughes.
I ate me a good breakfast, and I read me some Langston Hughes.
An' I'm done readin' a lot of fake-*** mockin'bird news.

I'll probly find 'em tomorrow swimmin' in my *****.
O Lord, I'll probly find 'em tomorrow swimmin' in my *****.
But, thank you, Lord Jesus, today I done lost my blues.


602 · Sep 7
ZzzZzzZzzing
MetaVerse Sep 7


        Where
          you
          are
     dreaming
          are
        ­  you
        There



598 · Jul 25
If
MetaVerse Jul 25
If
If he's a she
& she's a he,
& y + x
is race + ***,
& men on Mars
obsərve the stars,
& Wuhan's flu
was made for you,
what is the price
of tea & rice
in China if
your neck is stiff?


594 · Jul 29
Birdsonging
MetaVerse Jul 29

          Summerlight sunflight—
     singsonging songbirds singing,
winging blue heaven.

586 · Aug 10
Treehugger
MetaVerse Dec 2023
2 little whos
in whoville dream
while dr. seuss
screams, sam i am!

a redblue fish
carols a zart
musicalic-
ious schlittenfahrt.

the grinch steals x-
mas.i&you
ask, who will fix
a boy named sue?


573 · Sep 18
ere autumn
MetaVerse Sep 18

summer's last full moon:
     silent trees, a grassy hill,
          crickets, black & white

526 · Jul 24
The Watercolour Haiku
MetaVerse Jul 24

Square white canvases
          painted brown--brown aroma--
                    yellow pool fish--flush!


526 · Sep 21
A Yellow Leaf
MetaVerse Sep 21

A yellow leaf falls
and hits me in the stomach:    
last day of summer.          

515 · Aug 30
Pedicurianism
MetaVerse Aug 30

          Like the rounded tip
of God's clipped big toenail
     is late August's moon.


491 · Sep 25
Four Haiku
MetaVerse Sep 25
The crow in the tree
    is actually
a black trash bag.

Squeaky bike brakes
      sound like chirping
September crickets.

The bug on the sidewalk
     casts a long shadow:
September sunshine.

I open the front door:
     a fly I didn't know
about flies out.

473 · Aug 5
Dinner for Two
MetaVerse Aug 5

A fruit fly flies over:
     There's enough apple
          for us both.

466 · Sep 13
°
MetaVerse Sep 13
°

      Late summer sunlight    
on a white wall moves as slow
      as thin spreading ice.          

460 · Aug 3
Freebird
MetaVerse Aug 3
My technoscribbles haven't all cachet;
A mother hen on Friday farts an egg.
Even a swill of parlance has a say
When maple roadmaps varicose a leg.
A skinnydipping nakedest remote
Viewer that loons a dreaming in a pond
Fractals a nascent green and gleimous note
Hanging athwart with someone's else's blonde.
Take heart.  The fish have lungs and breathe the air
Of a new day when everyfish can ***
With or without a whiff of underwear,
Though salty tears are sweetest under the sea.
Milfs are a pack of pickleballing hots
Playing to win a plate of tater tots.


444 · Sep 21
Li'l Moo
MetaVerse Sep 21
Moo Deng
Is too deng
Adorable,
And if you disagree with me (about anything) then you're
          terrible, horrible, torrible and—******!—just absolutely
          ******* deplorable!
436 · Sep 2
Valse Triste
MetaVerse Sep 2
At midnight, dancers dead
     A danse macabre dance
With each their dearest dread.
At midnight, dancers dead,
Spinning like spools of thread,
     Haunting a house in France,
At midnight, dancers dead
     A danse macabre dance.


434 · Sep 18
Herrick the Cleric
MetaVerse Sep 22
Emily shmemily,
Emily Dickinson,
Recluse and poetess,
Rendered her rhyme

Idiosyncrously,
Much of her poetry
Reading most quizzically
Much of the time.
idiosyncrously – like "idiosyncratically" but doubly dactyllic
432 · Aug 8
Crypt⊙graph
MetaVerse Aug 8
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431 · Oct 23
To Dust
MetaVerse Oct 23

The one flower
     Outside my window
Has turned to dust.

430 · Sep 22
What Flowers
MetaVerse Sep 22
What flowers the X-
ray.  yesterday tomorrows
today and.  And nope (meme)
yup.  Not!  Donald Biden eats
your Tesla has ****** simplex %
ye olde Generation Z
Hi!
i'll sneeze an Earthworm
up your short shirt s Leeve w
Hen you into the mantapede      
                                                 ­         
Go play kickball
          with a nuclear football—

MetaVerse Jul 26

Galaxy in hand,
     I zoom in on Mount Fuji
          with Nintendo thumbs.

428 · Aug 4
Buckle Up!
MetaVerse Aug 4
The seesaw law
Says what goes up
Must come down.

The law that rules
The merry-go-roun'
Says if you're on it
Too long you'll *****.

The law of the playgroun'
Says biggest kid wins.

Mosaic law
Says you can't keep it
But keep it you must
And says it's just.

The law of love
Says love covers
A multitude of sins.


426 · Oct 13
Danse Française
MetaVerse Oct 13
There once was a fella from France
Who'd dance a libidinous dance:
     He'd focus the eyes
     Of the club on his thighs,
Then dance himself out of his pants.
424 · Apr 19
Timor Mortis
MetaVerse Apr 19
Ah!  Timor, timor mortis,
Mortis conturbat me!
     Ah!  Ubi sunt?
     Descenderunt!
Mortis conturbat te!


409 · Sep 26
The Fall
MetaVerse Sep 26
Another yellow leaf,
     Another red
Descends like grief on grief.
Another yellow leaf
Whispering, "Life is brief,"
Descends from overhead
Another yellow leaf,
     Another red.
400 · Sep 19
Sheepish
MetaVerse Sep 19
Little Bo Peep
Has lost her sheep.
The big bad wolf is full
And sleeping on a bed of wool.
397 · Aug 1
$
MetaVerse Aug 1
$

$ummer Apple trees:
     iPhones ripen in the $un—
          firstfruits of knowledge.

395 · Aug 1
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MetaVerse Aug 1
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to be or not to be,
that is the question un
doing democracy
burdened by(what has been

the magic)8 ball knows
the answer,so do i
the magic answer is
better not tell you now


395 · Aug 4
Mr. Fixit
MetaVerse Aug 4
Repair the world that's broke n with a wrench,
For never can't a fixer.  Can't afford
To fix a mental meaning with a *****,
Though all the world's a floor of concrete poured.
Restore the restoration of the world,
And everything returns to right its place:
The lone construction worker spins betwirled
With bluebirds singing friendly in the face.
Time flies, and so do flying jəllyfish.
Since tempos fugue it, carp the dying day.
Go find a star and make a walrus wish
That aliens would dress away the gray.
The grass is greener if the other side
Where gerbils love and noon has never died.


391 · Aug 9
Shower
MetaVerse Aug 9

     Hawk on a streetlight
taking a poor man's shower
          in the summer rain.

380 · Sep 21
Falling Autumn
MetaVerse Sep 21
Wither the flowers
     In country lanes
As Autumn lours.
Wither the flowers
And daylight hours.
     As Summer wanes,
Wither the flowers
     In country lanes.
378 · Jul 28
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MetaVerse Jul 28
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373 · Aug 9
Wetku
MetaVerse Aug 9

     Chilly August night
with fog, mist, rain, and wet ghosts:
     sleepwriting haiku.

369 · Aug 19
Cobla
MetaVerse Aug 19
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369 · Aug 3
New Creation
MetaVerse Aug 3
Creation's whole, a single one who's I,
Who's you.  I'm talking to myself in thee,
O my most kosmic self who lives a lie
Called me and everyone who isn't me.
Space is my mind capacious with the in
finitely finite infinitum ad
The Word is God and every body's sin
Is mine that ever was and has been had.
God is salvation.  Christ is God who's love
With you and in your broken raging heart.
Broken, the light within you shines, the dove
Flies free, and everything is new.  Restart.

I am Creation and so are you.  Let
Go and behold the end that wasn't yet.


364 · Aug 25
Patriarchal
MetaVerse Aug 25

Short daddy-longlegs
          crawling up the empty wall,
     how's the wife and kids?

360 · Aug 4
0
MetaVerse Aug 4
0
when is is all there is where isn't was
and all the sky's inside a blue balloon
and everywhat is known to be because
too good is God to be believed too soon

then breathing breath doth verily become
(in spite of all the sayers saying nay)
a joy deflating all the threats of doom
since every doomsday dies before its day


356 · Aug 30
An Impractical Cat
MetaVerse Aug 30

        ^         ^
       My kitty
        cat's an                                        
           imp
       ra cti cal                            
    purrrrrrfect
  little dainty fat                    
    little lady cat                                                         .
       who uses                                                                  s
         her litter box while wearing her white sock
                                     

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