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1.5k · Aug 17
Dawn
MetaVerse Aug 17

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

927 · 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.
922 · Sep 28
Under My Skin
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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.
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.


891 · 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!


884 · Aug 12
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883 · Sep 5
》》》》》》》
MetaVerse Sep 5

cool morning
     garbage truck sings
to a steel wool sky

785 · Sep 24
Kiss
MetaVerse Sep 24

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

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


722 · Aug 9
*
MetaVerse Aug 9
*

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


687 · Aug 2
White Canvas
679 · 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.


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?


666 · 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.
656 · Sep 18
ere autumn
MetaVerse Sep 18

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

648 · Sep 7
ZzzZzzZzzing
MetaVerse Sep 7


        Where
          you
          are
     dreaming
          are
        ­  you
        There



627 · Jul 29
Birdsonging
MetaVerse Jul 29

          Summerlight sunflight—
     singsonging songbirds singing,
winging blue heaven.

614 · Aug 10
Treehugger
613 · 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?


585 · Jul 24
The Watercolour Haiku
MetaVerse Jul 24

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


560 · Sep 21
A Yellow Leaf
MetaVerse Sep 21

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

558 · Aug 5
Dinner for Two
MetaVerse Aug 5

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

MetaVerse Sep 22
Emily shmemily,
Emily Dickinson,
Recluse and poetess,
Rendered her rhyme

Idiosyncrously,
Much of her poetry
Reading most cryptically
Much of the time.
idiosyncrously – like "idiosyncratically" but doubly dactyllic
556 · Oct 13
Meat Off
MetaVerse Oct 13
There once was a **** head named Seth
Who smoked a whole kilo of ****
     And proceeded to beat off
     And beat all his meat off
And methed himself finally to death.
550 · Sep 18
Herrick the Cleric
547 · Aug 30
Pedicurianism
MetaVerse Aug 30

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


543 · Sep 13
°
MetaVerse Sep 13
°

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

541 · 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.

539 · 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!
525 · 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.
499 · 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—

494 · 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.


491 · 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.


485 · Oct 24
Villanesque
MetaVerse Oct 24
I pick my nose
With all my fingers
And all my toes.

I sniff a rose:
The aroma lingers:
I pick my nose.

Calcium grows
My thingamajingers
And all my toes.

A horseshoe throws
A bunch of ringers:
I pick my nose.

The north wind blows
A flock of wingers
And all my toes.

A sewer sews
With several Singers:
I pick my nose
And all my toes.


471 · Aug 8
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469 · Oct 12
Butter
MetaVerse Oct 12
There once was a man from Green Bay
Who made it a habit each day
     To ****** an udder
     While churning his own butter,
Then go for a nap in the hay.
466 · 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.


MetaVerse Jul 26

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

457 · Aug 9
Shower
MetaVerse Aug 9

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

455 · 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.
445 · Apr 19
Timor Mortis
MetaVerse Apr 19
Ah!  Timor, timor mortis,
Mortis conturbat me!
     Ah!  Ubi sunt?
     Descenderunt!
Mortis conturbat te!


442 · 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.


431 · Oct 13
Jump Scare
MetaVerse Oct 13
There once was a gal named Alvina,
A registered nurse at a gyne-
     cological practice
     Who brought in a cactus
That jumped on a naked ******.
424 · Aug 1
¿
MetaVerse Aug 1
¿
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


423 · Aug 1
$
MetaVerse Aug 1
$

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

423 · Oct 13
Crash
MetaVerse Oct 13
There once was a gal from Zumbrota
(A city in Minnemesota)
     Who drank in a bar
     And then got in her car
And crashed it while smoking some mota.
421 · 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.
409 · Aug 9
Wetku
MetaVerse Aug 9

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

404 · Aug 25
Patriarchal
MetaVerse Aug 25

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

400 · Aug 19
Cobla
MetaVerse Aug 19
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