Re-read it, second first verse transition is ok. Would prefer surface of (the) sky though.

A cursed clam packed with bile.

A profoundly leaky guff in its own grease.

A bulging king-sized foreskin swimming in dwarf discharge.

Oh my.. indeed this is something I will cherish, a tonic of chuckles and depraved humor that feeds a weary & idle mind such as my own, causing it to vibrate in a universe-spliting surge of imaginative enjoyment... I do so love the wonders of a decent & dark parody. :) Blessed with ten.

I lost my father recently at kensington, was he wearing a green wax jacket?

Hat tipped - great wordplay.

perfect end too

I love this.. it fills me with an uncordial envy, and shame for not having come close to producing such a wicked & mighty haiku.. but worry not, I shall endure and soon enough my vile emotions will pass, beginning my mission to create a haiku to match yours, or atleast bring me closer to my "Golden Haiku from Satan". Blessed with ten.

Children have their innocence and purity for but a short while before the world arounds them feeds them the seed that sprouts their inner beast. I think you could compact this more and put more focus on the soul-searching, and less space travel. "The world orbits me here" That makes little or no sense since "orbit" generally means something around the lines of "to circle around an object after having been locked into that objects gravity.." Even if you can use orbit in the sense that you've used it in your poem, it still comes off as bad english to me. Blessed with seven.

First verse is very good, the rest falls apart a bit due to its reliance on abstractions, it also gets a bit self-absorbed.

I rather like the refrain 'Where o where is my delusion of power/ that eludes me in this comic and dire hour' Bits about disease spreading seed are a bit old hat.

Over-all, a mellow but interesting little story- well written, but it leaves me wondering a bit about its purpose (and yes, I'm aware thats a stupid thing to wonder about, but I reserve a pitiful right to express my essential human flaws like a hair-less baboon.) I'll read this over again in a while, I'm sure that I missed something or failed to notice or process intelligently the story in its entirety. You could sue me though. :) Blessed with eight.

Very well put together.

I'm sorry, I don't get using beared instead of bore, or why it's called char in the poem and cha in the title (seems char is better for both). I'm sure you had a reason; I just can't see it. The rest is better than ever.

In all honesty, this poem went beyond me leaky dome.. either its too abstract for me or it causes me to have a brain-fart, or I'm not applying my I.Q., therefor I shall refrain from voting.. perhaps you could explain it to me, most of your works I consider to be enjoyable mind benders, but every now and then I'm left feeling BENT.

A veritable lifetime of boil in the bag faeces.

A fully ripened cadaver's glans.

very moving

Is this about communication?