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.
 
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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