Haiku Train

[juliadebeauvoir]

Before you get off,
check the overhead luggage,
but don't bump your head.

[barrie]

but don't bump your head -
could cause permanent damage,
may knock some sense in.

[pseud]

may knock some sense in
or, depending on the force,
may knock some sense out

[barrie]

may knock some sense out,
september knock some back in,
october who cares.

[juliadebeauvoir]

October...who cares,
that summer has drifted by
on gleaming bronze leaves.

[twoleftfeet]

On gleaming bronze leaves
stands a six feet high floor lamp
to light autumn's way

[barrie]

to light autumn's way
reflecting snow falls thickly
along winter's path.

[twoleftfeet]

Along winter's path
they gather Christmas fuel
to help out Carol (or Stephen if you prefer)

[barrie]

To help out Carol
the wild shepherds all see Ted
on the ground somewhere.

[twoleftfeet]

On the ground somewhere
Three Kings bragging, searching for
Wayne in a manger

[barrie]

Wayne in a manger?
Is this a French eatery,
or just a shippen?

[juliadebeauvoir]

"Or just a shippen?"
Transatlantic dialect,
shippen or ship out?

[barrie]

shippen or ship out.
Would you ship out a cow-shed?
Just build an udder.

[juliadebeauvoir]

Just build an udder,
which is utterly silly,
bovine construction.

[barrie]

Bovine Construction:
an apt company name for
a cow of a job.

[Bombadil]

A cow of a job:
making Hindhu habitats
from dried up cow pies

[barrie]

From dried up cow pies
Desperate Dan gets his strength,
shaves with a blowtorch.

[juliadebeauvoir]

Shaves with a blowtorch,
combs hair with a hot poker,
Blacksmith beauticians.

[barrie]

blacksmith beauticians
steel themselves for news to come -
the fire has gone out.

[TheYoungOne]

The fire has gone out
Leaving us all in darkness
Can you see me now?

[barrie]

Can you see me now?
Can you hear my footsteps now?
Are you afraid now?

[Bombadil]

Can you see me now?
Invisibilty is trite:
a teen angst ideal.

[barrie]

a teen angst ideal
gets worse as you grow older.
Are you afraid now?

[Bombadil]

Are you afraid now?
Never have been afraid of
a social cliche.

[barrie]

a social cliche
is no threat; social constructs
rise up from the dead.