Pupils dilated
and fixed, apnoeic, pulseless.
Certified stone dead.
(progress note found in medical record of patient awaiting autopsy, converted to haiku by addition of one syllable in last line)
by Anonymous Poet
i eat my mistake
my "profiterole lotion"
soothes indigestion
by ash of whacked already
"profiterole lapdance"
is wack*, no doubt about it
but not googlewhack**
*http://www.rapdict.org/terms/w
**http://www.googlewhack.com
by scott
tried googlewhacking
my "profiterole lapdance"
exposed its weakness
by ash
i have google whacked...
wow, what an intense feeling!
and right at my desk!
by scott (the words were "diatonic wienerschnitzel")
oh well, whatever
I swear I don't have a gun
smells like bad haiku
by scott, to Seattle
villanelle sex search
gives new meanings to the term
"Googlewhacking it"
by k
a.i.c.: rooster
get born again, over now
...the killer is me
by the fourth way of seattle
Billie Jean, Brickhouse,
When Doves Cry...call us for these
compilation hits!
by tvmusic4suckers.com of your t.v.
do you googlewhack?
love ephemeral pursuits?
elusive concepts?
by A. Musing
give me King Missile,
give me The Onion online.
what else do you need?
by scott of listening to "Take Stuff From Work"
elements conspire
overcast in New England
where the hell's the snow?
by Nita Goodstorm
Sad life of ivy
It's exterior robust
Really quite fragile
by Janis
the government sucks
no wonder we are allies
your government too
by ash
take two aspirin
and call me in the morning
fuck that, i'm sick now
by ap
I love bad haiku
when there's nothing else to do
(could be lots worse though)
by Graciously Insane
my ivy's dying
now and then it drops a leaf
i have no TV
by scott of living la vida poca
must go to the store
the food that was in my fridge
it just 'ate' no more
by lazy daisy
digital watches
worn only by lesbians
and sundry others
by Ellen
Penis breath dojo curse?
I wouldn't know.
I use Certs.
by dufus of Pablum, Amerikkka
beneath the blankets
winter whispered purity
snow and promises
by Nita Goodstorm
if the universe
is all male genitalia
i guess we're just nuts
by the fourth way of seattle
how well would we fare
if we all were on welfare?
ah well...fare thee well
by the fourth way of seattle
past doesn't exist
it is never even past
past is this moment
by A. Musing
Olympics are gone
Unhappy people are mad.
Yea! Controversy!
by Greth of Here
trying to not be
bitter at 33 is
hard, might as well try
by k of san francisco with way too much time on my hands
Funky squirrly cat,
where'd you get that orange hat?
Fly through space in that!
by Betty LeBomb
What has become my world?
I feel tense and defensive
fundamental change
by Betty LeBomb
Bread and Circuses,
The slight-of-hand continues,
by tired canadian
however, i will
offfer congratulations
to canadians
by k
there was no point, it's
just bad haiku, I can't take
it seriously.
teasing janis, or
flaming Moxie is the sign
that I'm feeling bored.
by k of no point at all, just mindless entertainment
The point? There is no
point. I can't believe that you
assumed there was one.
by Janis
this commentary
lacks a certain element:
...participation
by so, what IS the point here anyway?????
canada may think
it's a badass at hockey,
but we'll take over
when we take a break
from dominating the rest
of the damn world, eh?
by k
rest in peace Moxie
oh, ok forget the peace,
just glad you're at rest
by k
I choke, yes, I choked
once again gold eludes me
for the final time
by Michelle Kwan
remind me: what is?
so I can forget what's not
one thing that's missing
by Bode Miller
like a train wreck?
full of: dead bodies?
burnt humans and bits of brain?
cardboard sandwiches?
by cf
the wind blows through here
and here and here and so on
insert last line here
by Anonymous Poet
sorry, bad writers
but i miss moxie badly
he's like a train wreck
by ap alittlepsychoticchaosisunusual,no?
I thought he dropped dead
that's where the maggots came in
so efficiently
by mellie
moxie dropped acid,
well maybe! __and became, Chip
the Giant Maggot?
by Anonymous Poet
reminds me of mox
where in the hell did he go?
badhaiku heaven
by mellie
I'd love a spell too
worn down emotionally
a raging loony
by mellie
cannot understand
mathematics plus mellie
some things don't add up
by mellie
above two thousand
raging at literati
just a lucky spell
by ash
the way of the world
overcome by emotion
not mathematics
by ash
looking up i see
i can no longer add up
seven is not five
by C.Frup
your eyes, my darling
they are like stinking cesspools
come near me and i'll vomit
vomit's human, too
so are potatoes and bears
not fred, he's prawn or something
by C.Frup
philosophical
i may not be always right
but i always write
by ash
