Saturday 24 August 2013

Twitter Haiku 5

Rain, rain, rain, rain,
rain, rain, rain.
Knit, knit, knit, knit,
knit, knit, knit.

(Suzanne Hardy/‏@glittrgirl)

Enough bollocks


There's things I don't know.
I refuse to call them God.
Signed, Donovan.


The McDonalds in Forest Hill
is now a gym.
The staff always seem to be
sat in the window
playing poker and
eating Haribo Star Mix.

(John Grindrod/@Grindrod)

Storms on their way here
Send hot winds as their herald.
It's going to be bad.

(Susan Peak)

Walking the streets of London,
passing through countless
metropolitan dreams.

(Lee Jackson/‏@VictorianLondon)

Suspended limbless
eyes forced open
in a cold ether of loneliness.
Standing in front of a Niagara Falls
of sublime, deafening isolation.

(@Furmadamamadam/AdamNathanielFurman on Tao Lin’s Taipei)

Haiku on the train.
Gorgeous countryside
rolling past.


Half of Australia
Is by the pool again.
But I have bought a minotaur.


Just enjoying the
tingling afterglow of my
first homegrown electric daisy.


That line of showers
danced just to north of Cardiff
as it fizzled away.


Having a pit stop break
about 80 miles away from my final destination.
This Little Chef chocolate milkshake tastes vile.
It’s cold up north.

(Leslie Costar)

Second-hand book.
Between pages 196 and 197,
a stranger's eyelash.
Almost a haiku.


More here and links to the rest.

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