you met me before,
December, i think it was,
with cone on your head.

Stinky Teva, come
To City of Brotherly
Love; No-no New Yuck.

Octavia who
Are you? Stay away from my
Teva. She smells bad.

Pat Benatar sings
As do the drunken buffoons
Hell IS for children

Colander Head oh
Colander Head big fun
angry city of NB

Around the corner
Penguins with zipped lips await
Don't be impatient

Ah, New York new York
Find me a job and I'm yours
LA smells bad too

New York is smelly
but teva should move to it
because we miss her

monkey on my roof
you like the tatse of vinyl
oh, great adventure

okay, so i'm late
i guess i'll go round again
reincarnation

yeah two rights make it wrong!

yeah right right on mate
almost had me stumped digger
it was quite 'armless

I lose my left arm
Obvious conclusion is
Right arm would be left

McVeigh has NO RIGHT
To enjoy LIFE! So many
DEAD by his small hands.

justice not revenge
killed with a euphemism
makes you just as dead

philadelphia
zoo tortise erotica
horny beasts with shells

arthritic knees, back
alcohol analgesic
heroin would do

MOVE TO PHILLY. IT'S
FUN. REMEMBER WHEN A MON-
KEY ATE YOUR CAR ROOF?

sauerkraut and pork
mashed potatoes and lager
wife screams for mercy

Kennedys can watch
All they want. Don't matter--they're
All dead anyway...

Misguided Longo
The Kennedy's are watching
They'll break your hip too

alledged a grievance
to the repugnant four witches'
tanned, "au natural" undergrads.

Teva I love your
Broken hips and ugly lips
Because "I'm Rose Too!"

Mike Longo you freak
Why must you bother me so
You who smells my rose

phew I really must
blurt it out for lentil soup
brontophobia

Dead Now. a life for
oklahoma's for waco...
children are children.

Dead Now. the truth can
come out and it won't save me
or "John 'fucking' Doe".

Macho on the march
too much alone, driven by
hormones and beer

Haiku is stuck, now
it is hiding from morning
still wrapped in blankets

noted soprano
tone's off key baton down hatch
reaching fever pitch

just say no to drugs
give that man an injection
irony kills me

sick killing sicko
sedately close circuit down
it's a big cop-out

between you and me
i like it best with nothing
between you and me

i had a great time
sent my liver to rehab
and my brain to bed

tickles you digger!
he tickles everything
he's stimulating

he is my master
my teacher my haiku mate
he gets me going

ash has devotees
he is a man in his prime
he's my kind of bloke

Almost miss the plane
Avidly reading haiku
Ash tickles my brain

In my morning wake
the smell of you greets me in
my morning shower

thirty minutes in
I was born for this honey
come on baby cum

but five years from now

no pussy for me
for at least five or six days
then she will give in

pissed off wife carps on
got drunk with mates in the pub
pay day will fix all

mellie drives me nuts
over twelve thousand miles
hormones drip freely

now what's this I hear
about mixing sex, politics
and religion...hmm

Sundays and Haiku
are always so much nicer
when sex is involved

This color I dreamed
is between purple and green
is named laverine

me innocently
go on to bad haiku page
end up with long board

I see in my dreams
colors that haven't been seen
beyond blue and green

I can't change the world
nor, will I ever change you
I only change me

Last chance to dance trance
plays low behind me, peering
over my shoulder