sweeping locks of grey
gnarled and twisting in the wind
spanish moss does hang

like slim white vases
lazin' in the Cajun sun
egret's silhouettes

...of course, Ronan I have certain beliefs
how many people have tried
to destroy me, what I write
or have me kill myself literally
to avoid the change in themselves?

Whistling in the dark
I did neither what I should
Nor what I wanted.

I had just one life.
Now that it's almost all gone,
I see my mistakes.

Footprint in the dust
Cobwebs across the doorway
What was here, is gone.

Emptiness of mind
Winds blow down blank corridors
Why is nothing there?

Alright - who did it?
crumpled mass of square paper
Holy shit! Meltdown!

A mil only buys
my neighbor in lingerie...
And I should get out?

I try to use web,
but Gates is a jerk, I get
four oh four error

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
this is quite crappy.

Bloody computer
fucked up my last haiku, so
I shat over it.

It is obvious,

In the meanwhile

eine kleine nachtmusik
a beautiful serenade
to one who

mox you've been there right
please tell us what our pal is
...going through right now

..(you've been really there,
..........haven't you?)

A big mountain stands
Stoic and cold against all tides
It will never move

A comical twist
To be given so much life
when death is wished for

........the truth is i think
that he just wants to have fun
.....but at whose expense!

try to understand
the source of that bile, itself
a bottomless pit

........come tothink of it
he has not done much poems
.....but merely spews bile

Tread so carefully
On deceitful still waters
I hear the tick tock

...incessant postings
of indiscernible poems
..become the retard

Far, wide one searches
Checking every long minute
It yearns for Mox!!

..a catatonic's
.innate inability
to communicate?

Blank bullets bang loud
an unguided energy
blasting everyone

......tacit admission
of a forgone conclusion
.....iterates the fact

an intricate knot
is difficult to loosen
when tied to a post

The torment of men
of unspent hostility
eternally springs

Casting baits for YOU
the pregnant silence tacit
A disturbed spirit

........unresolved trauma
such as in post-childhood stress
.........disorder triggered

............aggravated by
.....same or like catalysts can
.............be aberrating

...what type could he be:
..obsessive-compulsive or
......borderline schizoid?

(perhaps mox could suggest)

so what have we here...
..a defense mechanism
...akin to madness?

..the long wait's over
i have attained nirvana
.....and thus pxp!!!

black flamingo tongue
considered delicacy
by more than just some

hopalong ashley
maybe prickly and downcast
crutches worry some

green green grass of home
fresh air circulating there
O to be crutchless

one foot for six weeks
feeling like a flamingo
or long john silver

cuneiform break
gives my scratchings a wedgie
bring me the tablets

silly old moxie
the dirtier the better
or simply witty