poopling soup recipes #105

there once was a river that ran dry 
the fish all evolved so did not die 
they put wheels on boats 
had parades with floats 
to celebrate the jolly blowfly 

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poopling soup recipes #36

there was a goose in a traffic jam 
who dreamed of flying to whiskeydram 
he honked and he honked 
till he was quite zonked 
when he woke in a park in a pram 

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poopling soup recipes #30

there was a monk who slept on a cloud 
till the snores from the moon got to loud  
he moved to a sea cave 
where they held a trance rave 
and the monk surfed the euphoric crowd 
 
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poopling soup recipes #70

there was a monk who met a sick dog 
that lead the monk to a lake of grog 
the dog baptized the monk 
in the name of the drunk 
then they imbibed the lake from a clog 

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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

the one that got away

she was 
gorgeousness 
pearched 
in my 
heavens orbit 
i
drank rum 
she 
drank water 
while 
smoking a cig 

lets go back
to yours 
she said 
interrupting me 
on my way 
to finishing 
my faith 

in and out 
she weaved 
speeding ahead 
of me 
through expensive 
late night shopping 
traffic crashes

crazy bitch 
i yelled 
at bob
the wailing 
car radio
she 
don't know
wheres i live

holy whores 
and 
gifts from hell
i muttered 
as i 
looked through
my dirty 
windscreen 
at the 
mad angel
sitting 
posing
dangerously 
erotic  
on her boot
in her 
thigh high boots 
dominating 
another cig 
in my drive 
i smiled
between the squeaking 
wipers 
not wanting to scare
my 
friday night 
angelic lay
away

after the 
debauchery 
with a 40 oz 
glasss club 
now
in my hand 
i confessed 
i thought 
i'd lost her
she 
laughed 
you brought me back
last week 
you drunk dope 
she squealed 
as she 
punctureated 
her displeasure
at my 
black out 
by 
stabbing me
with her 
burning cig 

shit 
i thought 
as i 
gulped 
some slave rum 
from my 
glass club 
to try 
and 
flush out a memory  
and 
with some relief 
she wasn't 
as dangerous 
a physco
as i thought

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a reaping haiku ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

school ritual shootings 
blah prayers fall on silent hearts 
grim gives reaper yawn 

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quartered

rigor mortis 
is the shattered mirrors seasons
suicidal butterflies 
close their books autum leaves 
alien stranded 
in fermenting solitude after a grim harvest
seed insights 
scatter across null's omni multiverse
lost worlds 
destroyed within thoughts of a gods madness

insanity bathing 
in milky darkness developing clarity 
faded memories  
just dogeared porno magazine pages 
drunken sonnets 
tie up lovers slurred yarn tongues 
goosebumps form 
so the blind can read their cold lover

poets recitation 
tortures their reflective commedian soul 
nail gun barbs 
ejaculation leaves exclamation pock marks 
flayed pens 
are dragged to the edge again and again
geriatric poems 
beaten quietly into time's dusty annals 
 
expression train
lies derailed along needle tracks 
piano typewriter
clanks out discordant sticky notes 
guilty sentences 
string up urinating marionettes 
vacant spectators 
defecate malignant tumour rumours
 
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a reaping haiku ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

kids walk into class 
take their seats at their gravestones 
grim asks for dead calm 
 
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a casketeers haiku

the grave of horrors 
worms it's way into my heart 
decomposing strife 

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a propaganda haiku

wind borne nightmares seed
panic and chaos blossom
death spores spread on bread 

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