Launch the fleet!
1000 ships to the bottom of the sea!
Souls devoured by Cthulhu!
Pearl Harbor bastardized by retail culture
by Moxie
I've gotten over art.
Everyone tries to do it
I put a brush to my head
and pull the gesso.
by Moxie
mmm ale...
social vindication for being a ham
by Moxie
mine's red and dripping
cock should be regulated
loads of codswallop
by mellie
move over noah
trans-septal effluvium
nares a worry
by ash
bald as a beaver
sure brings out the animal
grandma has a cock
by ash
southern acquaintance
says, the only hair she has
occurs on her head.
by ap
intellectual?
emotional? addictive?
what need does this fill?
by ap
you never wonder?
picture who pecks the keyboard?
words touch as fingers.
by ap
just whistle over
oceans, continents, light years.
electrons do fine
by ap
next time just whistle
unlike Ash I have thick hair
oestrogen working
by mellie
so you saw me ap?
yes I was at the airport
lit up in black tights
pink twin-set and pearls
gay Irish docs eyebrow studs
did you see them too?
roaring like lions
sure I was lapping it up
I must have missed you
by mellie
resplendent bouffant
hair today gone tomorrow
testosterone's curse
by ash
when I die will I
die like the terminator
or meet St. Peter
by mr horse of horstralia
i imagine sips
vodka citron tonic cause
imagination
by ap
i imagine me
but i laugh too much to type
grandma has a cock
by ap
cogratulations
to creator of this form
mystery of janis
by ap
boo perplexes
as an unwitting conscience
anal lightning wit
by ap
and betty la bomb
such good karmic vibrations
tanned and colorful
by ap
i think ash has long
hair like television docs
a smart character
by ap
the assignation
of physical appearance
to unknown persons
based on ideas
formed by bad haiku
this is dangerous
by ap
i once imagined
seeing mellie friday last
at hartsfield airport
laptop pecking while
sipping ale in the smoker
she was so saucy
by ap
never imagined
any porcine attributes
to that aussie form
by ap
dog worries outside
store for shoplifter, then waits
where she left with cops.
by wowzer
hot enough for ya!?
re-peel sticky underwear,
ice-pack labia.
by Miss Everything
flowers bloom then wilt.
in the fog even the ground
dehydrates quickly.
by Miss Everything
the sun makes them melt:
divisions between loving,
longing, and losing.
by Miss Everything
here we go again
now thinking of mellie's hams
got to leave this place
by bruce
suit actions to words
conscience makes me a coward
I ham it up here
by mellie
I react by saying
if we take the joke too literally
the bible is thumped and stumped
once again
but He's not human...but He is
by Moxie
God was co-pilot
But then we crashed in mountains
I had to eat Him.
by PTomblin
agh! Pepto bismolo!
quickly now, the quick brown
fox died of indigestion
by Mox
Ah, I know... But the smoker's credo
Which can so often be hidden...
Disdain a habit and you win salvation
Play one as God and your lose your soul
You know the game quite well yourselves
by Moxie
aspiration ahhhhhhhhhhh
dragging on and on and ere
drawn out and deadly
by mellie
my fragrant ass blast
singed wallpaper, popped tiles
anus is destroyed
by shitfire of ny
in my opinion
assisted ventilation
isn't inspiring
by ash
asthma cigarettes
no surgeon gen'ral's warning
on the plastic bag
by ash
(psst...Ash, I'm beginning to like your stuff...)...
Djarums like that spiced cider
tasty but, hard to light and
asthmatic, one more nail in me coffin
by Moxie
uncivil servants
made their wage, but didn't warn
the building children
their agent among
me: my warning ignored, for
furthest extent - POW!
by McVeigh
spewed in my uggies
I chucked on a pair of socks
tossed uggies in bin
by mellie
Silkiest warm slide
drives me on in a way that
I was born to do
by Betty LeBomb
Blue sky twirls swirling
up the florescent grass
upon neighbor hill
by Betty LeBomb
huffing on puffers
rasping like a death rattle
pestilent mucus
sucking lozenges
bronchial inflammation
takes my breath away
by ash
something annoying about
victims, but also about Romans
they both taste like chicken to lions
by Moxie
Garciaparra return!
And stop writing on a bad day...
advice to myself
by Mox of competitional sports...
at woollangabba
two days of lions roaring
canetoads crush cockies
by mellie
you play victim then
you move on and them people
who are in a bad spot, who stepped on you before
wonder why the fuck you don't feel sorry for them
by Mox
Never killed babies
But seemed to have no problem
Enslaving Humans
by Janis