on long fluted necks
petals powdered with pollen
white blossoms unfold

her hand trembling
avoiding the crusted blood
she touches his face

sabbatical time
for the ornery Quaker
who's feeling his oats

plastic wrapped porches
whipped by winds of poverty
wait for winter's death

bypass metaphor!
leap out of the sordid world!
live your bad haiku!

moxie, you little ego
squeal swirling around
a make-believe name

new age credo, I
believe in it, so it must
therefore be true

moxie credo, if
I poop on it, it smells like
me, God! the world stinks

Parachute without
strings, a chocolate teapot,
a moxie haiku

in a race second
place is just the first loser,
who won human race?

In a race, second
place is just the first loser,
who won haiku race?

guy comes into a
bar....orders a drink...shouts..ALL
LAWYERS ARE ASSHOLES

guy down at end of
bar says, Hey! I resent that!
first guy sez, Why? are

You a Lawyer? second
guy sez No but I'm an asshole!!!
yuk yuk yuk

fine, i'm an asshole -
but now that's out of the way,
the "more..." link's busted

driving home from work,
beautiful sunset, cows on
a hill against the

sunset, until a
bull climbs onto another
cow, and goes for it

i'm dressed as a clown
i'm holding a human head
i'm watching tv

thank goodness haiku
keeps me sane in times of stress
wish work were as fun

the thesis is due
in seventeen or so days
after that, long sleep

Scott the meddler .. err
mentor... works for me even
though I am not ash

looming but unseen
Scott is in his sewing room
shuttles back and forth

i've been wool-gath'ring
long enough to spin a yarn
think i'm fleecing them

when fabricating
make sure it's the finest wool
pulled over the eyes

my project today:
fabricate my old timesheets
think i'll use whole cloth

of course t'was just I
havin' a bit of a laugh
freezing my arse here

spring is in the air
squirrels do it in the trees
tho' nineteen degrees

so who is this guy?
the royalist who hates queens
an ex-new yorker?

congratulations,
ash, on your haiku headline
(although the link's dead)

congratulations,
ash, on your haiku headline
(although the link's dead)

talking of sport sport
bulls roaring at the gabba
how's ya finger stu?

deep thought of the day
can't wait for spring vacation
diving in the Turks

March madness marches
On, OregOn in the lead...
nerds can like spOrts tOO....

all this March madness
college basketball ennui
when will it be gone?

when i was thirty
seems like only yesterday
thanks to dementia

please don't be kayla...
oh, my day has been brightened
i plead entrapment

thoughts do not exist
there are only sensations
- deep thought of the day

scott is thirty, eh?
here I was flirting away
thought he was younger

botryoidal rot
without chemicals you've got
very decent red

cold, sweet, chemical
prickling bubbles on my tongue
tell me I'm alive

spring is here again.
a young man's thoughts turn to
new allergy medslong distance cyclingwell, the obviousoh shit, i'm thirty

wouldn't you just love
to know what i told my friends
the next day? you bitch.

i would love to write
in praise of roadside flowers
but they make me sneeze

a "bad man" weighs in...
janis, erase the address?
kayla, don't post it

fuhgeddaboudit

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http://ae.boston.com/haiku/new_haiku

once upon a time
author at boston dot com
rambled on and on

The cusp of danger
It must be where you exist
If indeed you do

if you are yourself
disregard my squalid jibes
keep up the good work

kayla i wonder
federal lolita bait
or maybe moxie

I liked your haiku
kayla, but stay away from
the bad men....ie....

moxie...ronin....bung.....scot.....ap.....paver.....and many, many more

someone street-proof that
child, or at least bad-haiku
proof her! no addresses honey.

but some of us have
TOO comfy dial-ups...some jet
chair ASDL