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She stopped counting sheepat two o’clock, and by then
she had quite a flock!
The sheep came to lifeThey fought with all of their might
That night in her head.
To appreciatesheep fights fully is to watch
the fierce and woolly.
a blur of white furinvades my imagination
bleats of agony
fill my sleepy head.
I beg them to stop fighting,
I have lost control.
From Julie,No, regained control!
Hit the bottle, reading my
Aristotle, sleep!
Hot nights they uncorkedthe wormed mescal, quoted Poe
and Aristotle,
smoked strong tobacco,
and sometimes Cal dressed up as
Quetzalcoatl.
The bottle empty,the worm arose, and dazzled
with some 'armless prose.
Before too long, Cal
started to squirm. Heading home,
said, "See you round, worm."
Cal found the house dark,the mattress firm. Bookmarked, Poe’s
“The Conqueror Worm”
lay where he’d left it
by the bed. Its lines had spun
cobwebs in his head.
In sleep he wandered
moonlit streets and went into
a pizzeria
of worn-out counters,
torn seats, and waitresses who
looked like Ligeia.
Ligeia lives onIn the eyes of the waitress
The beauty in dark.
Thanks, M. Great continuations from you and Nadia :)
Her eyes were the blueof ancient seas as she wrote,
“Thin crust, extra cheese.”
His smile was soothing,soft and balmy, as he asked,
"You want salami?"
A simple questionBut his eyes told a story
a bit more complex
From the night’s surrealstreetscape, there came to the door
a turbaned swami,
mustard stained, who knew
the old lore of bell peppers,
leeks, and salami.
The mist around him
wore neon hues as his gaze
swept the smoky room.
A juke box mumbled
groove-gutted blues. A girl held
a dustpan and broom.
Lovely, M! :) After all these time, I still find it difficult to follow your haiku :)
A girl sweeps againA task never to be finished
Dirt is always found.
Thank you, Leslie (I think)! Nadia’s are more like real haiku. Hmm. How to follow it?
To be bound by dirt is as natural as breath
at its start and death.
In dust did he rise,then revel, until his wife
bought a Dirt Devil.
He pondered. What couldmove her to buy a vacuum?
What could be-Hoover?
:-) Do puns that bad make you laugh or do they just suck?
From Julie:Vacuum turned her to
Hausfrau, she forgot to suck
it up, Pudding Club!
Constant complainingis not very attractive,
divorce soon to come.
Nothing complementsa meat course like signatures
on a fierce divorce.
From Julie:Divorce family
Pizza, four corners, one for
each, one for Lisa.
So like the ladywith the mystic smile, Lisa
lurked, sfumato style.
Pressed for specifics,
she demurred, deftly leaving
their take on her blurred.
The reason Lisawas a loner, was because
she was a Mona.
It took me a moment to get that one. Now I’m laughing.
In old, varnished oils,a midday’s skies strangely light
a landscape’s boulders;
broken walls reflect
in her eyes as blue silk slides
from her pale shoulders.
The shift slipped from pale shoulders to reveal
ample boulders.
There was a mountain. It was there to climb over,
Boulder to bolder.
From Julie:She cast it all off,
Her over shoulder boulder
Holder, no older.
No inhibitions,Brazenly she shouldered
Nakedness and truth.
Blood moon above me,hollow world bruising below;
contrails at sunset.
No Leonardoever forgets contrails left
by Renaissance jets.
Mona slipped something
sleeveless on, boarded a plane,
and by noon was gone.
She left Lenny broke,
left no thanks, left him hungry.
He headed snackwards.
He doodled flying
machines and tanks, and started
writing things backwards.
M, I should know better than trying to drink tea and read your work!
Have I killed the thread? This one is intended to follow Nicky’s #8745:Her ample boulders,
there to be kissed, drew many
a geologist.
The watching throng cried,'More, more, more!' They'd never seen
drawing boobs before.
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'7--12' she lost count
Now she's tossing and turning all about.