Yesterday I met you
You were wearing a mask
As embroidery
Nonetheles we kept talking.
Mom, I need a pee.
You need a pee, Dee.
Yes, I need a pee.
I need one p to pee.
You need one p two p?
You mean three p Dee.
No, one p to pee.
Ah, one p to pee,
it's twenty to pee.
What's twenty-two pee?
No, it's twenty, to pee
it has never been one p to pee.
It used to be one d to pee Dee
then two p to pee,
and now it's twenty to pee.
You mean twenty p to pee;
What's a d?
A d, Dee is an old p
p for a penny.
Why was it a d if it was a p?
Don't ask me, ask your dad, Dee.
Did you used to go for a dee?
No we just used a d for a pee!
Do you still need a pee, Dee?
Here's twenty to pee.
I thought you said it was twenty, to pee?
It's too late now. I did it for free!
The Tree of Knowledge said, "Hey, Tree of Life
I miss that ripped Adam and his sexy wife"
The snake slithered and he hissed
The trees vowed, "No more of this!"
Whoosh! Breeze blew that snake into afterlife
Old loves are reuniting,
New loves are igniting,
Our love, meanwhile, is fading...
Anu; Love refers paradise
We feel in love now
Waiting,
Although already.
There we are
Our body is the mind
And existence.
Nude not feeling of happiness
Mine happiness in my heart
And refuse,
Each reckless raw path
In each of our breaths
Ignition of human life.
The breathing stream not ingested
vulpes corvum dream rely on game
Smell belongs to touching word
Or Krishna passion.
We are at the peak of the fun of the truth
Near the colored paradise in sweetness
Although already.
Visibility's dropped to near-zero
Thermometer's plummeting too
Ocean tempest tossing and turning
Spraying the nerves of the crew
Deck swabbed by torrential rain
Passengers hunkered down below
Afternoon's slipped into deep shadows
Danger's pulse glowers and grows...
Back on shore, weather's sunny
Gentle breezes, calm and warm
Ignorance is sheerest bliss
When it comes to cruel ocean storms
bamboo windchimes dance a tune
loose components swaying gently in the breeze
damselfly still looking for mate
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Bob’s accident was not "too" bad;
young lady with both legs broken.
Driving on drugs, he’s ultra rad;
“Go to Rehab,” judge has spoken.
Meanwhile... she goes to rehab too;
Bev learns to walk again, wahoo.
When laws and legs guys freely break,
what’s “legit” walks off the pages.
Their lawyers give this bellyache,
“We don’t put addicts in cages!”
Meanwhile... last time Bob tests a tort,
Bev appears as lawyer in court.
written May 26, 2018
meanwhile
another apple falls ~
not far from the tree
7/4/2017
My humor to collaborate with White Wolf's Sir Isaac Newton haiku ;)
I know your pain-it is my own
The way it curls up to the pit of you
Running the empty veins
For the blood that went dry.
It speaks to me in a voice
Of muteness and numbed flesh,
Weighing barnacles of silence
On its frail limbs.
I answer not to the pain
For such surrender would make
It roar a lion's strength.
Still, it is not my lips
That soothe the sleepless hours
And not my arms that climb
The nightly towers,
I am not much missed, yet bargained for,
My steps yield not their trodden ways
For I have known you in circles
Ripple upon ripple,
Missing the center stone,
Whirling chocolate slices of a darkness
That shouts no name of mine.
Slowly I bury it into my pockets
And walk the lines of others
With blinded puddles of eyes.
Meanwhile back home
I have misplaced myself
And I don’t even know what to tell you
My car, pallid and too old for words
Orange light inside, hit it to make it disappear
Engine refusing to start
Nothing on the radio but sweet, sweet static
I don’t even think the tape deck works
I’m watching a deserted parking lot
And I’m not sure what I’m looking for
No one speaks
They’re all busy floating through the air
Above me and my orange light
And my awful automobile
But I’m unable to recognize any of you
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