my blog speaks...in haiku

randomly generated haiku from my blog (titles added by yours truly):

Things not worse than exercise
body blast: which is
worse being plagued by blood
sucking insects or

Our mutual feeding schedule has gone awry!!
i was feeding her
and vice versa but it
has been a while

A list of perversions:
sitting on my face
or how kittens sound or what
love feels like on me

XXXDirty Dentists 3XXX
you didn't floss thats
thirty lashes with the tickler
for you tonight slave

Please, there are too many unwanted flea pregnancies in the world...
fully intending
to demand an iud since
i hate rotten fleas

The monster in your closet makes a mistake.
creature that will stand
behind the closing doors and
say oops loud enough

Stressed about orgasms
no idea the
mental anguish that i go
through when i'm finished

The ice-fisherman's kinky lover
get tied up and put
on an ice fishing hat
i'd like to kick it.

Haiku2 for kafrinrosefindaw
was that it doesn't matter if my baseboards are dusty or i
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Created by Grahame

Written in the margin of a book.

4:08 AM:

I know that moment on the dock
was a window for you.
That net sillouhete
on the purple sky,
bells ringing in the harbor,
and your life looming
westward over the marsh.

I was born in that cage,
but you sought it out.
Somehow you managed
not to inherit their mistakes
and I envy your purpose.

These are things we never say.
The words are always
trapped on that muddy creek
where we are still casting out,
bringing in
and letting go.

poem made from bits of my blog

I smile, uncrossing
my legs and rising from the
confines of the shell.
Is it the woman
or the little girl in me
that thrives on secrets?
Whichever, I can
be a pearl. Nascent, oily.
A bead, a twin yolk.

Once I peered through the
red haze of the womb and saw
her: naive, no doubt
thought she was alone.
She had settled in,
filled the place with light
that made the dark seem even
darker. I snuck in.
I had a blue print
so I knew her home even
better than she did.
The shell was alarmed
but trust dulled it and now we
coexist. You might
call us sororal,
possessing the same lustre.

Even when you are
born and I am not, because
I am too late, too
imperfect, too ambitious,
meant for other things,
you will wonder what
it is that still haunts the shell.
I was the blemish.
Spat out in secret
coated in glittery shame,
I was not so rare.

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