ㅁ Inspiration lags; the world is overwhelming. So I read a book.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #3159 “The scene in Hades”
ㅁ Other aimless ghosts declaim on the streetcorners regarding the end.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3158 “What the ghosts have”
ㅁ Oblivious days followed by long, dreamless nights, the ghosts have nothing.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3156 “Things I don’t want to do”
ㅁ Sunny days are when the air itself reeks of guilt, pale obligations.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3155 “The north window”
ㅁ Some fog on the trees, sweeping shapes with purple light, a predawn sky broods.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3154 “Aeromancy”
ㅁ Seven small raindrops hung on the stair window's glass, a premonition.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3152 “Conclusions by the committee”
ㅁ Any reason, now? No, no justification. Just random, dumb stuff.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3150 “Concept of a plan”
ㅁ even a haiku needs some plot development something that grabs you
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3149 “Soliloquy”
ㅁ Out in the gray rain I heard a bird saying stuff discussing spring plans
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3147 “A failure at accumulation”
ㅁ It snowed all day long. But it didn't stick at all, the ground was too warm.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3146 “Contrary as a matter of principle”
ㅁ And then, the sun came. It was a bright, springlike day. I prayed for more rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3145 “The sky’s offering”
ㅁ some stray snowflakes fell littering the parking lot with rogue asterisks
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3144 “Challenges”
ㅁ the store's chaotic not the salesfloor, but the rest: storage areas
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3140 “Pacific”
ㅁ a lavender dawn our alaskan dock, fresh snow, a sea: pacific
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3139 “Nothing to see here, move along”
ㅁ no, this ain't lyric it's just a vague pile of words without an anchor
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3135 “Action plan”
ㅁ Reaching consensus, the aliens decided they should not return.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3134 “The postmortem”
ㅁ The aliens stopped, discussed their recent visit: Earth was in bad shape.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3131 “Two stars”
ㅁ I gave them a tour. The aliens looked and laughed. "What stupid humans!"
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3130 “A review of the situation on the ground”
ㅁ The visitors sighed. "We can't help you with this stuff - it's your own big mess."
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3129 “After the invasion”
ㅁ The mood was festive. Aliens had just arrived. Maybe they'd help out.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3128 “First contact”
ㅁ A spaceship landed. A small green creature emerged. "Dang, what's with this place?"
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3127 “Slow awakening”
ㅁ I woke up eyes closed I was floating in my bed with the sound of rain
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3124 “Still”
ㅁ still, patches of snow lie there, still, spoiled by gravel rain keeps the trees still
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3120 “Unacquired knowledge”
ㅁ Some waterfowl swims: I want to call it a duck, but what do I know?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3118 “Not that much snow actually melted”
ㅁ A heatwave struck us. Temperatures rose, and snow? Some of it melted.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3111 “Brain junk”
ㅁ I'm just uninspired too much junk occupying all of my poor brain
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3109 “Babble”
ㅁ minimalist words their meaning irrelevant just phonetic shapes
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3108 “Overview”
ㅁ I drove here and there. The mountains were snow-covered. I saw many trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3107 “Minimal effort”
ㅁ A non sequitur... Which is to say, these words here Seem to be random
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3106 “A very old story”
ㅁ the new government malice 卐rumps our compassion the boys trash the store
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3104 “Defining characteristic”
ㅁ I like languages - an idiosyncrasy that I've always had.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3103 “The objective”
ㅁ we were bound southward toward the damp oregon of our discontent
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3102 “Prospect”
ㅁ the morning is dark in a few hours, I'll travel... so much snow outside
– a pseudo-haiku.