Haiku

I well remember.
LeMond, Fignon, eighty-nine.
Best comeback in sport.
 
Then again, sadness:
Opposite of a comeback.
March Bruins are gone.
 
Really hate August.
Sloth, heat, sweltering boredom.
Tempers fray. Nerves shred.
 
Leaves froth pale on grey
Velvet air smothers sunlight
Heat lingers on rain







Nyx When a squall blows, it lifts the leaves on trees, like can-can dancers showing their bloomers. I love seeing sunlit leaves blowing bright against a storm sky. It's a personal thing, poorly painted. When trees show their bloomers, it's a squall :)
 
Cold storage aside,
I'd fuck Willis Carrier.
He's that important.
 
coal power station
for mushrooms and tomatoes
(and eels, bizarrely)
 
Coal waste springs algae;
Life and growth from gross refuse.
Algae says, "Thanks, coal!"
 
Did the insolent
Feel they'd tweaked his vanity
As Vlad impaled them?
 
no lassie complained
of vlad's lusty impalement
though he left them drained
 
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