CaPoWriMo 2.05: Haiku

Faded denim guard
lets go last hanging threads
now, my skin will peel

Quarantine

Join me, wind of Freon,
To watch a tinted terrain turn,
Green from Brown,
Let's travel the world in a 14 inch screen,
Jamming papers in printing machines...

An LED flickers, a beep and I exist?
Electrons in a LAN cable clash in my conflicts,
Magnetic tapes spin my hypothesis,
As I smile in a colon and parenthesis.

Join me, in my conversations,
With a grey box having circular perforations,
And let me build a montage for you,
Alt-Tabbing through Deja Vu.

Run the mill all day long,
Until Asthalin finds us a swansong,
Tonight, we share an escape plan,
With a tubelight and a ceiling fan.

Probability

It keeps happening again,
A rock falls on a moving train,
Cigarette put out,
By a drop of rain,
Chocolate smudged on a coffee stain,

A flag, over an
Avalanche, fluttering,
A vase, after an air raid,
Glistening.

One cloud in the sky
Blotting out the sun,
One hunch breaking
128 bit encryption,

A lone palm tree spared
By the tsunami,
A baby floating from
Cuba to Miami,

One exception for a rule’s demise
Maybe, God does play dice.