only ever gruff
billy always rammed my butt
nanny was so slack

sell mohammed, buy
mahatma, chill the jehad
and choke that fatwa

mellie left a trail
of breadcrumbs and poor ronin
wants to eat a crumb.

now it's so itchy
and hot and sore from scratching
bee leave me it hurt

what a goat I felt
when I bent over to pluck
an horrific sting

BaD hAiKu iT iS
bEeN tRyiNg To WrIte LikE yOu
bUt aLaS, i cAn't

.......TO GOKU


you're good at haiku
as if you're a natural
.just like in "eating"

.....ahh mellie my dear
i see you've been on a trip
........why do it alone

.....when you feel like it
dont call on the other guys
......just give me a mail

SmOke RiNgS iN tHe AiR
a BaTtlE wiLL sOon Be FoUghT
fRont rOw SeAts foR Me

the goat (like satan) is crafty
he might go for other names
.........MEBBE Jeremy

...(he can't resist haiku, it's
........his sole vocation)

.........moxie does haiku
and pulls down the barricades
...........congratulations

.......he is stalking you
with his army of gruff goats
...their stench fills the air

Blind to the future
materialistic hoarders
helpless in the dark

(hi there, goku! )

The Acacia Tree
Stands regal and majestic
but gee, the stench!

One wish for one leaf
falling from acacia trees
Is this true, or not?

You jog in the morn
I smell the breath from your lungs
such vigor, such life!

Race, and give it all
For the rest, leave them behind
to the finish line

went down to the swamp
purple louisianna
purple haze moving

Q : Why is bin Laden scared of panties?

A : 'Coz behind every panty is a Bush!

AnD tO dEar JeWeL
yOu aRe InVitEd As Well
eAt, dRink, be Merry!

...........the AP-sushi:
pound the old squirt to a pulp,
....choke it tight with grass.

...a toast then goku
and as for our dessert
.crab sushi with grass

BoiLeD rIcE aNd SmOkEd FisH
mY MeAL fOr a RaInY dAy-
wiTh SaKe oF CouRse!

Oh her daily grind
Anne is jolted silly stiff
A thief in the night

my mind wanders off
Church bells chime at early dawn
Grandma wearing veil

TaDpoLes oN a RaCe
tHe pOnD teEmiNg WitH yOuNg LiFe
mOtHerHoOd bEcKoNs

...........brown dry fields of rice
where once green sprouting leaves sway
...........now planted with grass

sniff the scent of home
memories of childhood rush
carried high by waves

on the boulevard
hustling the empty old men
your heels went click clack

red magic markers
nice-smelling yellow raincoats
bouncy new sneakers

there's shit in my ass
do your best, noble sphincter
eject that vile log

Sound is how I sleep
while gliding across your skin
my curves matching yours

pausing above you,
balls slightly swaying, heavy
with themselves; then slap!

the stillness of day
forebodes strong storm threatening
a furious battle

will you wipe yourself?
cleanliness today is what
people call sunshine

your ass is stinky
the scent is miles away
male prostitution

labial juices
the breakfast of champions
before brushing teeth

closing open doors
having to wipe up the spill
when creaming ones pants

we all have cravings
some are stronger than others
abstinence never

filthy orifce
your head is in the gutter
filling up manholes

Craving to vanish...
an absence would be blissful
- seek adventure - life

twice vexed by gonzo
hunter s. thompson resides
at ground zero in my soul
(I wish!!!)

twiced vexed by ronin
ap chased scott to blue yonder
as ash to ashes

ap like soft paper
pretty in the roller, up
until the stain comes

I think I do like
it better when I write 5
7, 5...you're right!

Ill will cleaned up
ocean breeze and salt smell still
and smoking to it......

the sack with ronin and
friends sinks in the icy stream
Ah! fresh autumn breeze

floating on the clouds;
your soft belly, breasts sway
and roll as I strain

janis please bring back
the endless scroll - easier
to bypass the chat

(pages and pages of 97% crap)