juicy chariot,
soft vehicle of great bliss,
split pussy beckons

split grapefruit reveals
spokes and rays of sunburst wheels
juicy chariot

Alcoholic? No!
Frequent social binge drinker
Make the pounding stop!

I enjoy beer, but
Sometimes I overindulge
The toilet beckons

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He here who hasn't
taken a little crack now
and then, raise your hand!

bush girlie, fucks up,
once again proving blood
runs true, cuffim all!

A little bit of
sanity in a sea of
vast conformity

Poor Henry Rollins
He hides behind his tattoos
Admit your gayness!

Cool breeze blew this morn,
a real nipplestiffler but
not in the good way.

concupiscent words
vanilla leather jacket
silk chocolate pants

Wish I had muscles
Like Danzig so I could flex
What a freakin' 'tard!

gassing up my car,
crack of gunfire overhead.
where's my flak jacket?

such fine blue mildew
veins map through the palest white
even cheesier

The leaves are changing
And the winter cold beckons
A cheezy haiku

split her heart in two
would that simple agony
be the worst she felt

E.A. two cubes down
Dumped by her boyfriend again
Now she wants to date

Coworker mutters
Vague imprecations and grunts
Soon to go postal?

the moment passed by
as memories jogged, tears strolled
he stood in silence

Coffee stains my teeth
Cigarettes pollute my breath
Let's have a meeting!

empty promises
trees blown naked in the wind
foretell autumn's end

see wet branches loom
black against a sky that rains
knocking window panes

Red Dragged On, maybe
I's sleepy, at least til date
started gnawing arm.

She walks in beauty
Circles, cones, and polygons
Ye Gods I'm horny!

someone has the blues
(must give him indigestion)
--let Crayola know

Searching for meaning
In a dense, uncaring world
What the hell's the point?

an intense rogue kiss
takes her completely off guard
but she welcomes it

Spliff and mouse in hand
Am I the caricature
Of the evil geek?

we stood in soft light
sun muted orange by smoke
from a distant fire

Gawk at the live chat
Girls, posing for the web cam
Geez, folks are sleazy

Clad only in briefs
Glued to my computer screen
Piss away the day

rainy autumn day
light the fire, uncork the wine
write me poetry


a watery fire
autumn blaze through moired panes
flames against the grey

scotch r us or is
the r in us in haikus
previous to this

poor tortured metrics
use spondees with anapests
result: sprung-rhythm

"intransitive verbs
do not have direct objects",
it's english to me!

yoda and coco
gee I miss those Memphis cats
on the road again

louisiana
bondage in memphis complete
cage in new orleans

no ash (yoda) try this,
"a brave man your father was",
'here' is an adverb.

Mountain lake reflects
all the fall colors two times
don't spoil it, you duck.

cold snapped and all changed
dress rehearsal now begins
winter premieres soon

still pond holds the sky
motivates self-expression
poet's obsession

object, subject, verb
you say it's not used today
well then: "here i go"

Nootka, Mohalk, or
Lisu (Burma) and Mam from
West Guatemala.

Some languages
Are nonconfigurative,
Like Guugu, Yimidhiir

Although no language
Known today uses object,
Subject and then verb.

Subject, object, verb,
Can be ordered in six ways,
Mathematically.

I should be working
But I am writing Haiku
Is that an escuse?

Voles cannot fly home
a quadruped that eats grass
but perhaps gulls can

I wonder what would
Chage if we all spoke in haiku
Red buffalo grass

Hiaku annoys me
But I can't stop writing it
Oh, why, why, Bob, why?