haiku

nature made anger
and in summer meadows the
graves of our fallen

for Haiku Challenge

champ or chump

chic or cheesy
chilled or chafed
cheery chum or chagrined charlatan
charming chica or cheeky chit
charismatic chieftian or characterless churl
choir-boy child or cheating chap
chosen chairwoman or challenged chauvinist
chipper chancellor or chary chaperone
charitable character or chastising cheapskate
charging champion or chaotic chatterbox
chateaubriand or cheesburger
chess or checkers
change or changelessness
chocolate chickens or cheap cheeps
chop chewer or chow chomper

for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS)

haiku

nature tells the truth
trust nature to be correct
we invented wrong

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

haiku

alligators for
ninety million years and then
comes the purse-maker

for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday

Oscar

The USS Bronson departed the solar system on the first Wednesday in October, carrying 420 tons of prime marijuana for trade on the rim. Its wormhole jumps were automated.

By the first jump, the crew, consisting of Oscar Slama, was baked. He sat in the captain’s chair with a bowl of chips in his lap.

In front of him, he appeared.

“Wha…?” he said.

“Don’t freak out,” Oscar 4-6 said. “I’m just more you, in the fourth, fifth, and sixth dimensions.”

“Whoa,” Oscar said.

“Got a light?” asked Oscar 4-6.

After a second wormhole jump, as the ship navigated n-space on its trip to the rim planets, Oscar 7-9 joined the others, who, using a bong, were now ozzy. He immediately commenced baking brownies, a smoking blunt held between his clenched teeth.

Croned, the three talked about the meaning of life with others who joined them subsequently.

“It definitely has something to do with this yup yup,” Oscar 64-66 said.

“Dude, it’s like … like … life,” Oscar 90-92 said.

“Having trouble finishing my sentenc… ” Oscar said. Oscar 99-101 refilled his bowl with organic, unsalted puffed peas.

“How many are me?” Oscar said. “I mean, how many of dimensions of me are they …?”

“Infinite,” said Oscar 19948892…

More wormholes, more dank. Infinitely more Oscars, steetched.

“Let’s all squeeze in together,” Oscar said. “Dudes, I am so fazed …”

“Dude, not out here in n-space. You got to stay spread out in n-space.”

“No, squeeze in,” Oscar said with the frown of the chonged.

They burned the crops. They squeezed in, all infinity of them.

The ship flew on, empty of Oscars and budda.

The Oscars looked around.

“Where are we?” they asked themself.

“In this universe, we’re God,” said the part of Him most lit.

“Dude!” they said.

for Microcosms

haiku

mothers sacrifice
a bedrock human virtue
its absence brings shame

for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and Pic and a Word Challenge

our world today

let’s review:
the word for our world today
acceleration
no way to slow down
no way to get off

for Your Daily Word