Look hard enough and
You can see spaces between
The little spaces

Why does the fresh mouth
Of a brand new girl taste like
Potato crocquettes?

Kenneth Extension
writes some really wonderful
poetry, I think.

I live in Humboldt.
My armpit hair is in braids.
I have sex with trees.
I changed my lifestyle
because I thought that I should
obey Thunder Stork.

If I had a knife,
I would thrust it into my
chest and kill myself.

If I could capture
you as my personal slave,
I wouldn''t want to.

I want to hunt you
and keep you running away
until you can''t breathe.

When will you love me?
"When Hell has frozen over."
Shall I sell my soul?

I hope people don''t
take me too seriously
when I threaten them.

I''m really too shy
to murder anybody.
I just want respect.

Fear me properly,
and there will be no reason
for me to kill you.

Autumnal showers
Soak the earth on which I walk
In my green wellies

as your lips go blue
your brain says wa wa wa wa
nitrousphyxia

wafting on a breeze
big balsa dandelion
going up and up

--TWO DOG-DOO HAIKU--

The still morning air
Dawn''s light cast upon the mounds
Exudes quinessence

The midnight doo-drop
Dog loaf pinched as the world slept
Avowed by a waft---

Wrath, avarice, sloth,
pride, lust, envy, gluttony...
What time shall we start?

Instructions for Becoming a Solopsist:

Deny existence,
claiming truth applies only
To what you can prove.

I wish I could sleep.
I feel like sleeping, but I
can''t make my eyes close.

Why is suicide
illegal when it''s not a
choice, but an illness?

Wanted: single male,
a virgin, and an artist,
no drugs, no violence.

Some day I''ll go nuts,
and I''ll start shooting people
from a tall building.

class at 8 am,
(every other word is "Umm...")
humming me to sleep.

This is like a dream......
Usually it''s a good one.
Sometimes it gets fucked.

Like I said before,
"A-G come and blow me up
with a naughty smile."

You can''t say "Watch OUT!"
Threats online are for pussies!
My back is covered.

It''s about the trip,
so sit back and hear me out.
What''s up with the Rage?

YO Sticky Panties!
Don''t get yourself in a wad.
Relax......take it in!

In my orgo lab
I caused a big accident:
Erlenmeyer flask

I used to write stuff
it was good, like Robert Smith
Now: only haiku

when you have angered
stickypants and atomic,
you best watch your back

She kicked many a boy
Then I drew pictures of darts
going into them

hey Tony''s grandpa
Atomic girl is my sis
she''ll kick your ace good

Pigs can''t just fly
They''re not supposed to
When will it happen

my brother once said
the last haiku to myself
its about weiners

A Little chick-eye
chick a chick a chick a chick
a little chick eye

I have three sisters
Just like the fried chicken place
Only less greasy

yo dog, whats up G?
I be cruisin fo'' some shit
ya best smoke me up

Yesterday I learned
Some people don''t like sharp things
up their butty butts

If I lift that sheet
I can see your naked butt
Naked, and butty

My hollowed pumpkin
Resembles Shane McGowan
Only oranger

Do you Halloween?
Are you naked under there?
Will you lift it up?

Australia
It''s a place way down under
Ladies are Fiiiinnnnneeee there!

At the bottem of
An Ernest and Julio
Is a true story

Clooney and a gun
It seems we have a hero
Other than Arnold

My old Grandfather
Is one rightous mother dude
Have a cigar Dad!

Oh the wicked life
that you children like to live
makes me long for youth

The Leaves are falling
like the hair from my region
south of the border.

Hey Atomic Girl
Can you blow me up in style
with a naughty smile

my brother ryan
wrote about his stomach too:
that poopie poem

the pit in my heart
moves down into my stomach;
i hunger for her

against the doorway
in the dark you held me up
with just 2 fingers

she asked for my hand
I said you may have it;
but the rest is mine.