Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)

[rayheinrich]

So long to winter’s behemoths
that violated innocent flora
asleep in their beds


"The Church of the Holy Sepulchre",
she said, "HE's still asleep,
how else the innocent..."

[billy]

wet dreams of the holy
spill the innocent of sleep
over crisp linen


"The Church of the Holy Sepulchre",
she said, "HE's still asleep,
how else the innocent..."

[rayheinrich]

wet dreams of the holy
spill the innocent of sleep
over crisp linen


"The Church of the Holy Sepulchre",
she said, "HE's still asleep,
how else the innocent..."

Leave it to billy to get it backassward.
(Not the poem though, it's so wonderfully triple-metaphored that i peed in my pants... or was that the cat?)

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wet dreams of the holy
spill the innocent of sleep
over crisp linen


innocent sheep fleeced of fleece
left only with the warmth of faith
don't worry
HE'll be here real soon

[billy]

mee ba'ad. i forgot how it's supposed to work.

[bena]

Naked sheep
cuddling their faith,
don't worry Billy will be here soon

They lick the moon,
waiting for him,
he skips through the sap of lost warmth

[ChristopherSea]

They lick the moon,
waiting for him,
he skips through the sap of lost warmth

I lick the full moon
under the black skirt
of midnight

[just mercedes]

I lick the full moon
under the black skirt
of midnight

sky black at midnight
and a new moon
skirts the horizon

[ellajam]

sky black at midnight
and a new moon
skirts the horizon

morning moon fades
fishermen drag sleds
drill new holes

[Tiger the Lion]

morning moon fades
fishermen drag sleds
drill new holes


fisherman
dragged inland
augers well

[milo]

fisherman
dragged inland
augers well


fresh drinking water
augers well -
plumber's crack

[rayheinrich]

fresh drinking water
augers well -
plumber's crack


the water
from cracked plumbing
plumes
in ducky quacks

[ChristopherSea]

the water
from cracked plumbing
plumes
in ducky quacks

duck taping her mouth
quelled the quacking
that plumed from her pipe

[ellajam]

duck taping her mouth
quelled the quacking
that plumed from her pipe

The tape was reserved for the duct,
never used on the women he fucked.
Though lacking much money
he kept them with honey,
in the best sense of the word, he sucked.

[ChristopherSea]

The tape was reserved for the duct,
never used on the women he fucked.
Though lacking much money
he kept them with honey,
in the best sense of the word, he sucked.

I’ve never used that term for love’s action.
It’s too crude for an act of such passion,
but if she insists on duct tape
for some fanciful escape,
I’ll follow my honey’s instruction.

[rayheinrich]

I’ve never used that term for love’s action.
It’s too crude for an act of such passion,
but if she insists on duct tape
for some fanciful escape,
I’ll follow my honey’s instruction.


Tape's fanciful pull is exaction,
its extent, its elastic distraction.
If you're stuck to the core,
then all else is a bore;
bind me tight, we've got mutual attraction.

[Leah S.]

Tape's fanciful pull is exaction,
its extent, its elastic distraction.
If you're stuck to the core,
then all else is a bore;
bind me tight, we've got mutual attraction.

So the fractured haiku's the attraction,
but doesn't explain the infraction.
If you're breaking the rules
just to prove we're all fools,
then you're right, this choo-choo's lost traction.

[ellajam]

Rules from the op

Your TINY poem should:

1. Use 2 or more significant words from the previous poem.

2. Echo some aspect of the previous poem (optional).

3. Contain 1 to 4 lines, or be a limerick.

4. Be a fauxku, pseudoku, otherku** (seebelow), a real haiku (not that
anyone really knows what one is), limerick, or a whatever-you-please
(e.g. metaphorically dense rhyming Nyāya Sūtra). Just make it TINY.
(And since this is fake art, TINY is not defined.)

So the fractured haiku's the attraction,
but doesn't explain the infraction.
If you're breaking the rules
just to prove we're all fools,
then you're right, this choo-choo's lost traction.

poor rules bent to fracture
pretzel makers see no way out
salt stings the open wound

[rayheinrich]

poor rules bent to fracture
pretzel makers see no way out
salt stings the open wound


our wounds, our rules  
has fate not had her fill?
we live our best
confined within her will

[ellajam]

our wounds, our rules
has fate not had her fill?
we live our best
confined within her will

(lovely)

Ah, the pivot,
where the thrashing
turns into embrace.

(sorry, broke the rules, carry on. )

[rayheinrich]

Ah, the pivot,
where the thrashing
turns into embrace.

(sorry, broke the rules, carry on. )


The rules here are like willows; they bend, but they don't break.
(Oh, ok, more like silly putty, but you get the idea.)


pivot whale
thrashing -
sea embrace