Freedom of structure
is a blessing to us all
each can use his own
by Betty LeBomb
Lost a friend today
he was shot. dead. his haiku
was really awful
by Betty LeBomb
Surprise, it hits me
stunned to realize haiku
is serious stuff
by Betty LeBomb
ap and ash are saying
the same things they must be one
psychopathic shmoo.
how can good poets
be non-personable? it's
the shit smearers who aren't.
by boo
oh, and I don't think
McVeigh is really McVeigh.
What's his location?
by Miss Everything
Boo answers you, too.
I am not anyone but me.
Mox? McVeigh? yuk, NO!
what makes you think... what?
anyone you don't know is
all the same person?
by Miss Everything of to 11891 ap
Boo answers you, too.
I am not anyone but me.
Mox? McVeigh? yuk, NO!
what makes you think... what?
anyone you don't know is
all the same person?
by Miss Everything of to 11891 ap
Claus Oldenberg sculptures
are just too danged big
even Dubya would smile
I hope
by Moxie
you ask ASL
in the chatworld
and you get bum rushed by some
a real burger
is better with fries
haba daba
by Moxie
still life with bacon
tomato drips mayonaise
somebody feed me
by ap
another place said
you're not Christian,
shoot the messenger.
But it is all moods
legalities, poetries, possibilities
beliefs. But beware him
In the Place of Desolation
by Moxie
this is an odd soap opera
these moments of pashion
a literal mind translates slowly
like the Good Book, or Books I
have not read. with so much "chaos"
yet, there is so much to be done
by Moxie
conservative, I don't know what that is
a reflection on the past or the past as future?
this is not always good but
not always evil, but who are you in the office?
Are you here with us now?
by Moxie
Moxie was a tradition
created as a nerve tonic
and became, tastes bad
but acquired tastes
I became Moxie to reflect
I do not give up
But I am not always sweet
by Moxie
I met Alan Jackson last night
not the country singer but
a man by that same name
I did not believe him, Mr. "Classy" here
but at Mic Mac he proved me wrong, and I smiled
For once I smiled
by Moxie
It's Naked Lunch
that's been a bible of mine
it is like St John met
Allen Ginsburg
by Moxie
fish caught on a hook
again, wriggling, will they throw
me back, me torn and wise
by Moxie
recover you joy
toss out that good book moxie
it's driving you mad
feel beauty look out
not at the muggers and filth
just try to have fun
by mellie
the nosferatu
waiting for the stake of those
who would kill over liberate
by Mox
What's going on?
Here I am worrying about
net people. You're real
what's the real you like
what is he, what is she?
what are they that felt my stings?
by Moxie
time was on my side
thought I was on top of him
then I rolled over
he has that effect
because he is the master
my heart was pounding
by mellie
I don't want to be
a part of this place anymore
my choices cost me my happiness
by Mox
with nothing to say
your eloquence says it all
unsubmittingly
by ash
so what would i care ?
more than you could imagine
but less than i could
by ash
mentally disturbed
many personalities
none personable
by ash
slash back mono lock
up AOL legal up
date NSA dot
by argh
Slash, jump, stick, jump, yah!
jump bat slash bird, windmill star
ninja gaiden war!!!
by Betty LeBomb
Bundled up and blue
I will sit and wait for you
freezing cold haiku
by Betty LeBomb
Quart of motor oil
and squirming black sea otter
in the tub with me
by Betty LeBomb
i defer to you
there is no controversy
and it ain't haiku
by ap
artful expression
medical phenomenom
laid out here for you
by ap
medically speaking
psychiatric perspective
its like a train wreck
by ap
look at all of the
characters he created
boo mcveigh others
by ap
without quality
lacking qualification
you call that haiku ?
by ash
wasting electrons
creating a pile of shit
with little merit
by ash
art or artifice
the eye of the beholder
might need some plucking
by ash
convince me you know
my style and my subject
even use my name
by ap
go ahead moxie
write an ap bad haiku
convince me you're good
by ap
Woah boy
they need 15 tomatoes
for tomorrow
by Moxie
in the chaos
find that wonderful eye
sit, relax and let the storm go
by Moxie
submit to the falcon, it is
time to say good bye to mandate monday
by Moxie
