...........i am 36
an advocate of sorts and
....a counsel at large

I feel bad for you!
about those blind relatives
(must be genetic)

stained linen ephod
falls flat on unholy ground
hoofbeats from afar

Fourty-plus something
Family members this weekend
Haven't seen in years

........too much reality
doing away with hypochrisy
......what remains...is it

sweet gaping Marsh ducks
just in time too it would seem
golfer yells out "fore"!

Life is short, Art long
Experience deceitful
Judgment difficult

the "babes" are asleep
in their angelic abodes
come morning they fall

.............................0-0

..when nuclear war starts
the first obvious thing to do
........is to secure the

king

...birds of the same mind
attract themselves together
.....give him a pat dude

...(no stoic storks for me,
..only gaping marsh ducks)

Erector set shell
working levers and buttons
my girdered steel rails

My cliche mirror
shows that my identity
is all too common

All I crave is art
and with that comes a surely
unsatisfied life

Un-natural light
brewed chemicals, mixed with piss
filling all my needs

Each morning I rise
with calculator in hand
to do pointless math

this is a pointless
haiku, which i am posting
to figure the time

time is on my side
bandages are on my foot
debts are on my back

foot bone imploded
personal hiroshima
world suddenly changed

maybe I count each
of ronin's incessant dots
and fire a blank

.....for each

slowly melting down
candles flicker in the wind
remnants of love's fire

ruby black river
silenced in the dark bayou
midnight souls do roam

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