prototypical
rotting fruit on the one side
sand on the other

my big teddy bear
my brother named you billy
go in peace my friend

I`m delighted by
the dialogue of porn films.
I feel so alone..

''How`d you like that, bitch?''
''I like it... a lot! Harder!''
''Tell me, are you tight?''

''Frottage'' is three sylls.
See, the third A is silent.
And invisible..

What`s the appeal with
Japanese Nurse Bondage Porn?
Leather Tubigrip?

That crazy Jason
Doesn''t he know that sheepskins
Are just so pass

Her teeth were whiter
Than the inside of a fresh
Bird`s Eye Fish Finger

But surely "Frottage"
Is only two syllables
Which meanss one`s missing

These little square keys
Are sprung more tightly than a
Really springy thing

I sincerely think
That we''d be happier if
We were all Vikings

Paris boinked Helen.
Achillis, Patrolicles --
that was no cold war!

Faust, meet Devil...
And have WAAAAY too good a time --
MARGARET!! Amen!

Hey, Everybody!
See if you can write epics
in 5-7-5

Home is where I go
at closing time when I''ve pissed
my pants and blown chow.

Home is where I go
at closing time when I''ve pissed

Where, really is home?
Is it where you keep your stuff?
Or where you lie down?

Here in Toledo,
I''m stranded just for a week.
God.....please make time fly!!!

Tuesday night at home.
A bottle of Chardonnay
and some golden green.

Damn those lesbians!
They''re getting too much pussy!
I''m getting jeleous!

My fingers are loose.
Gonna punch out my keyboard
with blazing hot thoughts.

Jan Brady looks great
especially when she wears
her new pink panties!

Scrunty is my name.
It`s an European name.
It means `frottage`.

Skin stretched more tightly
Than on a new kettle drum
That''s Faye Dunawaye

Small silver spaceship
Skips across the atmosphere
Like a tossed pebble

I wear the darkness
Like trousers with big pockets
I bought from the Gap

I peeled off my flesh
To see what lay inside
Just red stuff, it seems

Rubber appliance
The size off a salami
With none of the meat

internet addict
pulling down all that data
with barely a thought

I haiku alone
That''s the way it''s always been
And always will be

Help! I''m in Viking
territory....they are all
Big Balookas here!

Half empty bottles
Of once-cool Mexican beer
Lie all around me

Cold rain is falling
And wetting the old cobbles
Making them slippy

the first whiff of spring
inflates pneumatic nubiles
and testosterone

cool

I raised ever slow
in paranoid ecstasy
and christened the throne

When I was a lad
I lived in the attic of
a convertible

I came to this earth
and watched alot of T.V.
Now I''m ready, Mom!

Condescending Sun
Blacken us as we Frolick
turning plum to prune

Life is like toe lint
Some dispatch it with no thought
Some Smell and Taste it

A daddy long legs
Flies in like a man running
From the Mafia

Big fat felt tip pen
Makes a mark like fresh tarmac
Across Kentucky

If people made cheese
From the curdled milk of cats
The world could chill out

That Sunny Delight
Looks like the micturations
Of a mutant goat

tang oh dear sweet tang
how great it is to drink you
turn my shit orange

back on the attack
a motherfucking madman
named Infinity

Hein, gastronomie.
Regardes-toi, j`ai du l`argent.
Un bift

My attention span.
I`m sure it`s shorter these days...
I mean, it`s like.... uh?

make me a sandwich
make it something real special
you''ve got five seconds