life is wonderful
the mother cradles her babe
far off, thousands weep

thanks to computers
i've seen porno where girls puke
it was alarming

you can't rid the world
of evil as bush suggests...
bad haiku is proof

I sip the fresh juice
of the welcoming morning
I smile, life is good!

HA-HA-HA-HA-HA
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA

I'm still single and de-
spite the stroke me jokes along
needs a partner surely

hope you get to be
a phoenix like me, gentle
yet filled with fireballs!

Well, I hope to rise
from my own ashes, no offense, ash
less of an ass

and don't spread lies, dudes!
in the guise of purity, bah!
give freshness a chance!

(remember, lie like hell, next time, lie like hell!)

(remember, lie like hell, next time, lie like hell!)

Well, if you're mad
at someone then, you'd rather
remain mad, really

comicat gets slack
for being entertaining
you have no excuse

If I had a life
to get, then,aparently
I need a mohawk

tell me, can't there be
haiku, if say, it isn't
5-7-5 huh?

damn the digits, fool!
read on, and read on real good
delve into haikus, real deep!

I'm sorry, my wit
just went for a stroll and now
he's in quite a nit

so lee is moxie?
oh my god, i think i care..
time to get a life

someone wanted my
hair purple, and all this in a
chat!

by the time I get
to phoenix, he is counting
...all we've ever asked

your haiku is bad
A product of burnout, charred!
It is you who kill!

do you know me well
enough to hate me so much?
or do you just hate?

pray, illuminate me
thy grand champion of dimwits
what is it you ask?

moxie is on the
track of the 'killing haiku'
he makes me feel sick

phoenix or moxie:
this is the digital age
use your damn digits

Ronin, your name speaks
of some brute of guy dressed in
kilt. What's underneath?

(hint: my guess is not going to include a pair of...well anyway.)

Weep and grieve, alas!
hear their maniacal laughter
borne of ignorance!

that moxie is not jewel
phoenix, not moxie
bewildered moxie, weep!

Dear Moxie, pilloried by crass pretenders
thoughtlessly assuming You
to be me! Oh what shame, had they but known

and the skylight dims,
and the rain begins, the wind
may sing us some hyms

I wish I had time
to explain this chaos thing
It's all Erisian blues

Yet limited in scope and style, one wonders
All dimming smoke with no fire!
Ignorant bravados! Empty threats! I sigh

At his genius being torn to smithereens
At many a mindless blokes
Who place themselves above the rest, superior

Ash is a stoic witness to my carcass burned
drunken to a stupor, he drools
Edgar Allan Poe's hair stands on its end, shocked

leaves blowing into a
sentence; !-----> Please hammer a nail
into moxies head..

misty morning breaks
neighbours panties on her line,
they sure aren

^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-
the crisp falling leaves
ease not the pain of moxie,
blanket him in snow
`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`

strangely odd insect
an unfamiliar species
i mark its passing

rage in the blue sky
terrible days for cowards
but for R hatred

hatred breeds in him
haiku for this page or be
damned, no bulletin

for R, terrible
days ahead of loneliness
but indy feels good

plath would stick her head
in a microwave oven
if alive today

she didn't mind the
act itself, liked it, or so
she told me she felt

she didn

structure takes a hit
in stunned disbelief, we ask:
can haiku survive?

had a girlfriend who,
would blow me and then spit it
onto me....glaring!!!!

structure? discipline?
all collapsed, only the chaos..
crazy moxie blues!!!

i'm satyrical
the smell of mel's fresh mowed lawn
thrills my inner goat

i put in my time
fighting the moxie menace
i earned my medal

I am ashamed to
continue my moxie war
you sound too sober

lee. look back to when
moxie was signing his own
name to see our side