....the gods destroy whom
they first make mad as is the
.....case here with moxie

tsk tsk tsk

scrofulous discharge
malignant inspissation
festering toe jam

these be more pleasing
than the psychotic ravings
of a non-poet

your god of mercy
could do us all a favour
by striking you mute

it isn't haiku
your poetry is unlike....
anyone's haiku

religious nutter
hell is your lame poetry
god is merciless

your poetry sucks
gazing within your navel
you can see nothing

days getting shorter
bad haiku getting more bad
nights getting longer

my poetry is unlike
anyone's haiku
Hitler comissioned
me in my dreams
and i am his slave
and i write what i know

Your eyes are still the clearest blue
Your cheeks are glowing with fading life
You breathe as you shiver in my arms
We had a love that cut like a knife

There you are though
With me as you die
Bleeding to death
Me asking why

The rain beats down
Drips from my hair to your forehead
The drips trickle down your perfect face
To your lips that are moist and red

You lay there on the floor
You're eyes looking in to mine
I hold you up, giving support
Your delicate face not giving a sign

fuck off moxie

Tawny Kitaen pleas
says she is so innocent
didn't beat hubby

it is kind of sad
that haiku twenty thousand
wasn't one at all

(that did make me smile
good attempt, i'll give you that
but way off the mark)

oh, just do your worst
i'm so far beyond caring
want my name? take it

he lifted my kilt
for the first time, last evening,
how can I go back?

with sweet stolen sighs
tempted by a stranger's glance
I took t'was offered

i pretended sleep
but the mirror tempted me
with sweet stolen sights

you reap what you sow
perhaps less fertilizer
would yield poetry

the thing is about
these haikus is that they should
be about something

other than "f-off Moxie"
or me whining about something
or some drama?

as the new light breaks
bad haiku seems so pointless
what a night i had

and now Moxie says
please mind your f-s and b-s
thank you, please drive thru

a red light

fuck off moxie

ye olde ol' or OLD
no matter what I try here
nothing comes out right

in Maine many mass?
had no idea those 'ol yanks
hell-bent Catholics

shit kid, seems like you
need to get out to the country more

i hate you friggin geeks and your sucky haikus
you're all better than the next
humor is nonexistent here with you fucking holier-than though jerks.

Ah, Boston, well, we
like the Red Sox up here but
in maine many Mass

people drive too damn fast

Well, it's a snipping
contest...xxx
love y'all later

*twelve*

geez, can't spell OR type today

back to work I guess...

I call it a day
first twleve hours fairly light
then it fades to black

Sarcasm is lost
On many here in webland
I call it a day.

(Bye)

chubby buddha smiles
huge, bronze and stationary
Hong Kong memories

don't you liberals
get me wrong, you have potential
but if you waste it

pussies are cowards
right? why don't I drive by
and show how much of a man
I am and get thrown in jail?

you get lost very much
hacking for weaknesses
Christian, not give up

trying to save foolish heathens...

lost in Chinatown
looking for some good Dim Sum
Asians everywhere

like the demons
taunted Jesus, "you worthless whore..."
then they were beaten

like Hitler, killing
till he killed himself
people full of hate, die when

fresh meat? do they
serve you with chili or?
do you just come with cheese?

ah, well, we remember
the gang wars in East and West
coast? Over socks I think...

looking for normal
rhythms of spring ebb and flow
impossible here

you friggin pussies
i want to throw up chunks
go jump off a bridge

hock a loogie at
a lawn sale and see how many
donate money there

cthulhu sat down
at mcdonalds and ordered
a smile, and ate the employees

another, back in black
came back the very next day
some say as a cat

Wise man once say this:
Gentle Sparrow will fly up
And above fire.

I think it has gone
from bad haiku to BDSM haiku
whip me in five lines

there's a guy named
ap here, who, Scorpio himself
is quite ruthless in kind

I say to not fight
But flamers seem to protest
Juvenile ones

It seems to me that
The Internet is only
one to talk to you

Hey, impersonator
I do Elvis better...now
the real me kicks myself in the ass

the fake me, kicks others in the ass

go kill each other on Survivor, we can watch you safely from a distance