she sits pensively
smoking and begins crying.
you think she swallows?

there are two ways to
orchestrate terrorism
the third world cold war

be in the same back
room, or be in seperate
back rooms, getting smoked.

in either you take
sides, presume victory,
support its pretense

trade in fear, so their
people and yours fall to play
follow the leader.

Chip-munk, don't get squashed.
Trucks on high-way go much fast.
Go home watch M-T-V.

scott's right! if it don't
fit 5 - 7 - 5 WE DO!
not need to see it!
-here! Hear! Hear!

get a grip moxie
that's if you can find it mox
tug it hard, get off

we now return you to
your regularly scheduled
mox obfuSCAT!

check out haikus
13985 - 13975
(skipping repukelickin Mox's
attempts to die under its burial)
for the full opus

11394 about the
autherette of 11394
heap big bull dung pile

young men signed up for
service: that's another goooood
thing why it happened

place the push-pin at
the point where the bush-bin crap
connects; that's what's what!

this was to be the
crime, wherein the truth came out.
liars promised that.

if you saw pilot
terrorist in Baltimore -
call the f.i.b.

they want to know if
you saw him visiting them
to blow you away

to do you in
as insubstantial witness,
material girl.

I am debating
necessary warfare?
when will it end?

this was to be the
crime, wherein the truth came out.
liars promised that.

disturbing investment
then the sign carriers in the 1960's
wages a war of their own
with signs yet again

cold coffee in the moring
cnn not here and cold
winds off the jersey pipe line
all long dealt with

truth dies first in war
so like suicide's down rush
to war, no rescue

like the order not
to escape, irrational,
sacraficial deeds

to property more
expensive than lives: Denied
lives! where money lied.

politics inner civil war
dirty thing it, and it's on all levels
an unnecessary evil

conga pac man scores
obsubasticate and toungues
the screen goes mad
I go man

this was to be the
crime, wherein the truth came out
liars promised that

like the seagull
some people just keep squawking
and the war is over for John but not them

the runes say that
others are too into
what others do, and Bush...
why not budweiser?

in a time when we
mated like animals, once
per child, three night rowe!

Mox obfuscator
burying bush crimes in
bushy bullshit
---everyday!

If rune=kind word...
but fundamentalist paranoia=
fear of others

the inner jihad must be
won, only then scorpio can
break out of his cocoon

do my runes affect
you? away from the eyes of
others, what we have.

if you remember
your spirit will reward you.
no less little me.

Well, I'm not terribly
creative so, the next step
Resistance to critique?

Learn from critique
start building some houses
and stop throwing bricks

when the humanity is lost
in the distant time and replaced with
conditioning and habit it is time
for the clones

Social security and
social insecurity
death by conformity

Let's see, I come along
more mature, wiser, meet the real Ash
someday, save his life
do something good, who knows?
I'm sure you've been there before
yourself.

Who is k? Circle?
Mart? Is she ok? Is she she?
It's hard to tell who
or what is behind each name...

Farmer people worried about
germ warfare...something about
if it happens, what can you do?

Keep living (and if you can Mox #2,
stop dissing Scott)

Well, consensus is
tighter than any news, and the
public is a willing executioner.

No one can pinpoint who
has what blood on who's hands
then again

when a group does a good act
they all pitch in, they all take credit

people in purdah
cowboys planning more murder
smells like a turd, huh ?

when the world grows up
there'll be no need to smack it
if we're all still here

Watching Disney, two
days no sleep, worried about
germ warfare and me

Scott, of course your strike
was obvious but you want
the heat from the flames

Mellie, is "oo oo"
really a good way to say
what you really feel?

Oddly enough, she
never returned to haiku
us with more banal....(crap)

I really miss our
brief but most entertaining
visitor, Darla.

Scott is too nice, Mox
is a stupid little pox
back to the haiku.

I love myself, Hell
I close my eyes like Blondie
I touch myself, Yes

I forget myself
I think about you oo oo
I honestly do

something is amiss
who writes who and who writes what
cheap entertainment

haiku therapy
cheaper than professionals
typed enemata

we care oh! so much
do something for all of us
take your life away

maybe pope john paul
is osama bin laden
and maybe i'm mox

my preemptive strike
invited retribution
what's the lesson here?

Perhaps Moxie is
Scott's alter ego, it would
make sense in his case

Scott, is your "big" pen
a small compensation for
a lack of something?