I'm pro log cabins
hiding in the wilderness
apalacian way

taking lots of pics
stopping jotting posting stuff
nothing could be finer

chatanooga choo choo way
reaching the crossroads cruising
straight down the middle

well, how much per foot
is each word we cut to shape
our haiku houses?

excess syllables
a thousand words per picture
as my foot would note

.....moshi moshi

(an alliteration, AP)

yeah post it like k
if you can figure it out
if not, it's magic....................

take a picture ash
and post it like k does, with
haiku as footnote

my bones are undead
skinny leg with zombie foot
swollen beetroot toes

ronin you are deeply creepy

http://www.babyphotoretouch.com/

we are in a pulsing
wave of cocoons, wrapped up
awaiting re-birth, untold millions

we walk on the dead
corpse powder a component
of the very earth...

something oddly alien
comes to her an wraps her
in a silky cocoon

to await transformation
with others in a vast
chamber of rebirth

her mouth open now
drool glistening lips moist
sharp intakes of breath

hand brushes nipples
slides down her smooth belly now
grandma has a cock

more like a cocoon
becoming human for the
first time, hypocritical

the nature of the race
is to see things through a glass
darkly, and not clearly

he couldn

yeah, fuck you too Anonymous Poet

...."you okay," said scott
as he caressed her breasts
......nipples taut and wet

...meantime, worlds apart
a harried mox digs a grave
......looking for etchings

..(your move indy, mines:
...............Ne8)

She started planning
Every move would be perfect
A pained sigh escaped

One hundred million?
So many people were dead
All dead for money

She tried to picture
Who was that on the picture?
How many were dead?

a row of tombstones +++
engraved by a psychopath
yields a dark secret

fuck off to me too

fuck off organic matter

fuck off humans

fuck off world

fuck off ronin (dot-head)

fuck off Anonymous Poet

fuck off ronin

an old shark takes him
by the leg and pulls him
down into heaven

....and then she WOKE UP
"shit, mellie" she told herself
......"take it easy, babe"

Poop deck is a mess
crow's nest unkempt, crew all drunk
Shiver me timbers

the ten of swords plunged
1000 spiritual
little deaths in me

Her load was lifted
A dull pain holds steady
Tolerable now

Loathing the dumb clocks
Sick to her stomach, fasting
The weight still heavy

She read lots of books
Chose a bizarre work schedule
Frisking away time

world cup soccer is
great, but I still can't fight off
intense depressions

the sounds he produced
broke the silence of the trees
as he made etches

..........then he ran away
half-sobbing, half-laughing (?) in-
...........to the silhouette

.(into the dark and lonely comfort
...of the shades and the trees...)

the weight of the world
made him inarticulate
no rhyme no reason

what if He is She?
and the one you reach for is
of this newer world?

She looked for her Guide
Reading and searching for him
Clammy hands trembling

She offered her pain
More pain came, she was losing
Wanting to forget

The horror, the weight
She wonders how long it heals
She was tired of life

simple solution
by adding another line
balance is restored

line near my haiku
no longer bisects my words
causing libran angst

error messages
linux hates my winmodem
grandma has a cock

she summoned her strength
to show him an old picture
of a child that was

..."Damn!" His heart sinking,
his mind* groping for answers
.........and body reeling

.......from the utter shock
.....of her ever finding out
......that he mox still lives

(yes he has one, surprisingly)

.mox stood there standing*
his twisted face unbelieving
.there she was...she knew

......(literally, that is)