These lay no claim to being true Haiku or Senryu. The only concession to form is five syllable first line, seven syllable second line, five syllable third line.

koanku

petulant cosmos:
“i didn’t ask to be made.”
here is god’s reply:

gritku

up all night down soon
now at that inbetween grit;
soul’s undies twisted,

alakudabra

the real magic trick:
convincing via mere words
that words make magic

crestfallku

waves and heraldry
both involve crests borne on high
and abysmal troughs

rhymes-with-keenness ku

greed to racetrack to
purse money to breeding: greed
makes fine equineness

wow-obsolescence ku

blog ability
would have shaken the earth once
now it’s mundane

sob wows: a lesson/ku

spectacular tears
of mrs. willy loman
are a graveyard smash

loudfingerku

all those nerve endings
intended to thrill the brain
scream like hell when mashed

return to senderku

‘dust to dust’ does not
give aid and/or comfort–just
accurate info

fin alley ku

sharks in the alley
await the grand finale;
let’s skip it, shall we?