Haiku

Hoped-for miracle:
Crisp day, post-humidity:
Sweet, precious relief.
 
The point? Brevity.
Obsession with format: bad.
Editing is good.
 
Whales? Cetaceans, sure,
But they are so much more than that.
The sea's watchkeepers.
 
gracie is pregnant
the humans are out of time
as the vulcan swims
 
Nuclear wessels.
Cloaked ship in Golden Gate Park...
I miss the eighties.
 
Villains have levels.
Khan vs Gorn? No contest.
Khan, head split open...
 
make sure to back up!
all the moments will be lost
to a coffee spill
 
Morning commute. Rain.
Coffee drank? Car endangered.
Fuck it; need coffee.
 
Time is different.
It most often moves forward;
Sometimes, though, it stops.
 
and then the plugholes
through which the clock hands spiral
into yesterday
 
Shocks in the ether…
Perverts drifting, sad and lost:
Software goes apeshit.
 
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