dead as dubya in
europe, but I get haiku
spin round in my grave.
by McVeigh
kayvan, try a trip!
a knight's tour, all sixty-four
squares once, no repeats.
by wowser
mudjimba shivers
cold black water black swans sigh
dreamtime maroochy
by mellie
The blood pours and pours
empathy cannot endure
I leave broken heart.
by reprobate of the ugly place
pawn, knight bishop, rook, king, queen.
I rule my army.
coordination pays off: mate!
by Kayvan
Hey dandy and got
a good fishing run
up on the creek in Moose River
and plenty of shacks too up there...
(vacations, you dig special)
by Moxie
hmm, well, if we are trolls...
if in AD+D they grow back when killed
but in ADD it's just hyperactivity...
by Moxie
dead, oh, dead. needn't
brag - better off. hate not me,
hate killers you never see.
by McVeigh
dead as a lie. No,
lies live on, like liars not
truth/death defiers.
by McVeigh
whew! don't it always
go to show - you dolts jumbled
haiku runs together.
by boo
Iron-on Irony
radical poet
wilder that kerouac and
ginsberg together.
.....(that's gay*)
by wowzer
life of brian
twat brays to god and
builds missles, brays to god and
builds missle's defense
shoot, god, are you through
getting to him? what answers
does he hear from you?
by unconceding
book store druggie can't
help creative thought to a
spot. Don't wanna know...
.....(what I got)
by wowzer
Let Jenna Drink! there's
less time than you think, less to
live for, law's all lies.
(great rhyme, less filling)
by Miss Everything
twat's european
vocation: talk, don't listen.
(hey?) "that's what suck-me did."
but suck-me was out
of office. allies cry, "you
just obey vice-dick!"
by unconceding
sweeter than wirdsworth
wiser than that stupid ghet
ferlinghetti - see:
.....(that a way)
by wowzer
sweeter than wirdsworth
wiser than that stupid ghet
ferlinghetti - see:
.....(that a way)
by wowzer
Jen's secret fan of...
Robert Downy? black velvet?
milk, junior, jesus.
by Miss Everything
haiku classifieds
next-age poet seeks venue
woman must be ho.....(and willing to pay)
by wowzer
Why would he come here,
any more frequently? Same
old people babbling
About themselves and
harassing any one new;
flame bait, troll heaven......
by prefer the buddhafields
I would gladly blow
to help heat up bonfire
come lend a hand ash
by mellie
sadly for us all
hollywood is a recluse
coming out rarely
by ash
i need a spell check
five seven then five again
digger needs count check
by ap
Ash is ok but
Does Hollywood Bonfire still
Prowl through this old haunt?
by reverend Jim
Ash is ok but
Does Hollywood Bonfire still
Prowl through this old haunt?
by reverend Jim
lucinda hears
something up the gravel road
someone is coming
by mellie
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
by Anonymous Poet
black velvet paintings
of whisper purple nipples
mexican maidens
that's to be believed!
shall not have false images
martin luther king, jesus.
by wowzer
search engine roars to
life without jesus his dad
paid child support
by ap
black velvet paintings
elvis jesus martin king
i believe in them
by ap
warm moist heat will help
but where can this be hiding
i must find her place
by ap
these bones are rotting
disbelieving, persistent
the concept foreign
by ap
words, though elegant,
merely express a concept.
grandma has a cock.
by ap
too young for this pain
vioxx nortriptylene
darvon skelaxin
by ap
Kafkaeque Kerouac Kevorkian...
Sillmarillion Sid and Nancy Dr. Suess
Anton LaVey Tim LaHaye Louis L'amour
by Moxie
the horror about Tim
is he did what we might do
without remorse, blind...
by Moxie
still mute... fading...
shut up I say more, claymore,
than melatonin.
by McVeigh
should be third under those
twat says he knows. "What!?"
all their concerns, been spying
on them for years now.
by unconceding
the pestilent is
told by our allies, "global
warming is deadly,
weaponry is waste,
don't target federation:
truth about sky guys."
by unconceding
pain puddles with rain
but bitter mud-suckers
hate one, everyone.
by Miss Everything
will it be zum or
dba that we go to play?
i would love to know!
by octavia of nyc
that proves it he's dead
forgotten man is now gone
we eat what we like
by mellie
dead still. hammer down.
forget clits, who's killing the
great chefs of europe?
by McVeigh
O my appetite
make mine almost raw please mate
running juice is fine
by mellie
