Writer, Editor, Designer

In a fit of boredom, I asked for single-word submissions for haiku ideas.  These are the results:

In the plane she said,
“When do we get smaller and
will I see Heaven?”

Not the hedgehog or
the Doctor’s screwdriver but
hearing the stars weep.

Fill them with saw dust
because we imagine them
empty already.

“What’s a butt for?” he
asked on their date. She replied,
“Pooping or fucking.”

I’d prefer a reign
instead of this downpouring
of my uselessness.

Those five stars are for
Venus as she traverses
Satan’s fucking heart.

If dentata was
really real, what do you think
we’d call their braces?


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