dig my own grave--it's
to be my interior
design masterpiece
by Eddie Futch
no vision and no
memory; ALL BOW TO THE
GREAT MAJORITY!!!
by Eddie Futch
light-headed, heavy
eyes. grey planet...my duty
is to kill them all
by Eddie Futch
World runs mad. Ginger
Spice a UN rep? I need
An anti-tank mine.
by Reverend JimJonestown, Guiana
two more weeks to go
working till my holidays
sucks like a hoover
by ashley of Oz
i feel charming, oh
so charming it's alarming
how charming i feel
by jviva of cambridge, usa
little grasshopper
snatch the pebble from my hand
whoops... that's bad kung fu
by ashley of Oz
hollywood bonfire
jerk like an epileptic
but keep on typing
by ashley of Oz
that handy bonfire
whips up his secret sauce for
mom's fruits and veggies
by squish
Better check your shoes
The smell of steaming dog shit
Is one I know well
by AHHT
somehow i can speak
in different languages
when i shoot my load
by Thunder Stork
Dirty old man sifts
through ladies room garbage for
tampons to make soup.
by Intern
mom buys groceries
nice fresh fruits and vegetables
now guess what I do
by Hollywood Bonfire
When I'm away she
reminisces and shoots warm
yogurt on her back.
by Intern of WEST HELENA,
don't be so, nasty!
the only flame needed here
is that old bonfire
by ashley of Oz
a jack in a box
will be worth two in the hand
hang on hollywood
by ashley of Oz
fluffy cute kitttens
black velvet Elvis paintings
i puke in the sink
by oldashty
that Bonfire person
twice now has shown us his spunk
jacking off wildly
by squish
I like to be by
myself in my apartment
alone with sauerkraut
by Thunder Stork of Arcata,
i was having fun
too bad you scrutinize the
content of bad poems
by oldnasty
the sun can't decide
blackbirds crowd the power lines
I jack off wildly
by Hollywood Bonfire
A hack, a cough, a
wheeze and a dank rotten queef.
The bitch must be back.
by Intern
source variety
not the same flavoured repeats
is the spice of life
by ashley of ox
i asked the nice man
for hypoallergenic
handcuffs and he laughed
by oldnasty
why oh why oh why
didnt my bad poems make it?
were they just too bad?
by oldnasty
sixteen men in jail
will attest that there is no
thing like manly love
by oldnasty
sometimes when I sneeze
objects fly out my nose and
hit my girlfriends face
by oldnasty
those damn chirping birds
are the true reason I dont
wash my car often
by oldnasty
dont ask me for change
it took me forty minutes
to collect my own
by oldnasty
the natives are drunk
the elders sing songs of love
later they'll shoot guns
by oldnasty
today we eat spam
I throw mine at the t.v.
it stick to the screen
by oldnasty
what is it with pigs?
by F
she told me she'd stay
then she stole my wallet
but not my bottle
by oldnasty
the evil of it
you suck me long time baby
i like cheezy poofs
by lugenius speed of eureka,
I crave indulgence
Of the other Haikuists.
Louise, send me mail!
by Reverend Jim
What's your beef, wise one?
Mad cows got you climbing walls?
Cow, you, who is who?
by Reverend Jim of GreatSatanVille, US
Oh Aussie Lao_Tse
Wisdom, like antipodean
Wine, ages badly.
by Reverend Jim of GreatSatanVille, US
Angel has a poop a pretty poop parade,
with lolypoops and caramel terds,
she's having a poop of a time
by Redphish23 of Mason, United States
we're clean out of love
you tell me this, turn, and sleep
I jack off wildly
by Hollywood Bonfire
nasal and ear hair
the hirsute of pappy-ness
'though not on my head
by George of Sydney, Australia
I have visions of
A celebrity plane crash
Bye bye Jim Carrey
by AHHT
scadalous joey
thinks about the best of times
while sitting in jail
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
one more time i drink
the juice of fermenting grains
to deal with the wife
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
please get me away
from this goddamn plastic box
before i explode
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
my pasty fat gut
yearns for Hollywood's bright wit
to split it open
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
pop music plays on
i fondle my revolver
man in the box die!
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
university
officials are gathering
some nuts and berries
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
i'm no damn student
maybe that's why they asked me
to leave the campus
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
must stop this madness
thinking only in Haiku
need more syllables
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
My haiku is bad
like the wind from my ass
breaking away free
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
