So Angel Heart was
that bad... Somehow I feel like
Ed Wood, Jr., turked out...

love is the answer
now I forget the question
quit asking me that

mephistophiles
not a mouthful in the bronx
any more - good line

3 bucks i payed for
this movie...been robbed, but i
like charlotte rampling

movie Angel Heart,
rob deniro with long hair,
sooooo horrific

Ah need a drumma
honey, that kin drum laak two
jack rabbits fukkin! yah!

please pick most cheesy
movie of last century,
my vote Angel Heart...

asrtoglide rub off
man does she ever wiggle
scientific sex

chinese food tonight
happy couple pork and pork
feel hungry soon

Digging a booger
Nostril flared; finger deep
Too damn slick to pick

shop shop shop shop shop
shop shop shop shop shop shop shop
not again with wife.

I did dance a dance
along the border of France
without any pants

Just for the taste of
a bit of that final chase scene
on the road, flat

we endup leaving stinky corpses.
Why care what #?????? you are. what
matters #?????? you carrie inside.

yes tur day they told
me if i was #000000 i don't
know why they told me.

I don't think that i
am #000000 nore "#FFFFFF" I feel more
like #C8C8C8 i don't care.

Are you a person?
or just an inflatable
rubber jackass doll?

All covered in green
the frog jumped over the scene
and's yet to be seen

'Little Nicky', yeah?
Movie of the whole year!
says stoned person

the paranoid fringe,
the polly anna fringe,
the mutant fringe

the paranoid fringe,
the polly anna fringe,
the mutant fringe

your kids will love them
billions and billions
of prion burgers

I for one do like
traffic lights, green traffic lights
swaying in the breeze

shiny new rumor:
that barbara eden is
nina hartley's mom

gilligan's island -
maryann wearing only
coconut oil. MMMMmmmmm.

a three-hour tour,
a three-hour tour, so why'd
ya bring all the loot?

one from the dumb zone:
"five passengers set sail for
a blue oyster cult"

having "mad skils" does
not, apparently, mean "skills
at just being mad."

slap my ass and call
me nellie, but i just refuse
to care much today.

the next person who
tries to make me care will hear
"i like traffic lights"

drag the blade along,
and it shall shine forth, tearing
your vision sharply

I believe you did
not want to be here as
often as you were.

walk along with me
and we shall talk low in the
soft bluish moonlight

how many damn times
will the same problems explode
before we fix them, hunh?

spin that disc so fast
all the magic's used up.
then write some damn code.

people change the files
without knowing what the hell
they think they're doing.

Do Vogons go good
with tartar sauce, breading
or just some butter?

Vogon of Vogons
this is true. but a Vogon
is still a Vogon

Vogon Submission
Really bad "haikus" follow
the Moxie pattern...

Torture indeed

Self satisfied doors
Among other things he made
And all so Sirius...

Though they may amuse
digital watches are not
an answer to life

I muster the faith
submit the improbable
many viewing eyes

A Deeper plunge fails
as the water is too high
to come back from there

Douglas Adams is
gone and, he's gone, he's
I need a radish...

Mox

Were you fond of him as a writer at all?

I like raddishes
raddishes are excellent
they taste funny though

This haiku site did
force me to think of writing
in one type of style

That I needed to
get over emotional
writer's block, but oi...

complements at work
feel good, but you should have known
you are the very best

well, it will be more
fun to chaos then a bit, hey
must have Virgo in his Libra...
'as I have Libra
in my Scorp...

Reagan thought of weed
"it's their business to take those risks"
I don't smoke it

When it is passed though
I believe it will be legal
then I'll try one

overdue visit
a time machine travels west
back some twenty years

way too many lines
thematic repetition
is not a haiku

easy to avoid
to get me to read your work
you can't sign your name

and to make me look
it will need the count correct
and then it's haiku

bonfire has died down
on mount madonna's mother
ash's cooling off

almost out of puff
I have nothing left for mox
man that was good weed

rambling on and on
like other crazy poet
hell, now I'm hungry