new life slips into
our family and our world
we shall call him Strom

morning of sadness
disaster under the tree
N*Sync for Christmas

To want for Christmas
the tradition of yule tide
spay Adam Sandler

Ted's out, Clay's in...what
kind of pyscho-sexual
hold does this man have?

wife paints clown picture
bad painting; what can be done?
sell it on ebay

satisfaction Mick
wanna get my kicks 'n licks
get your ya ya's out

it was fun fun fun
was busy doin' nothing
good timin' Brian


wouldn't it be nice
to do it all again friends
good vibes forever

commercial beat up
christmas is a load of bull
santa gertrudis ?

once upon a time
nothing wold sneak up on me
now it is christmas


I heard jingle bells
while shopping for groceries
made my eyes glitter

breaking waves
sounds of
sampled time

veil of snow
covers the ground
cracks are still seen

you use too much paint
you paint too fast
off to the south seas

horoscope: Virgo
but reading those "horoscopes"
take Leo's instead

my horoscope says
"speak using a hand puppet"
must ask for a raise

Soothsay Thursday, Clay's
outstay play decays..Gray J
way may flay, pray, bray

shadows formed
from lighting thrown
darkness still surrounds

new haiku method:
begin with random letters,
delete non-haiku

Some of them just bad
Some of them horribly bad -
One hundred haiku

Give up bad habits
and pick up only good deeds -
Ask and request peace

Whatever the goal -
Only acceptable means
can bring to success

Apri la Tua man,
nutri ogni vivente -
Celeste bonta'

Grazie al Cielo
c'e' abbondante scelta -
Dubbi per ricchi

Cavoli, pesce,
Spinaci e broccoli -
Fino a quando?

"Seven" has 2 syls,
while "sept" has got only one -
Necessary choice

"Sept" a une syllabe,
"seven" en a helas deux -
J'ai fait le bon choix

poppy seeds abound
endorphines flood receptors
euphoria, ahh ...

are of pea tea, eh?
we're most impressed with counting
en francais, hooray

Un deux trois quatre cinq
Un deux trois quatre cinq six sept
Un deux trois quatre cinq

holy frijoles
the first line in preceding
mere syllables four

ahoy Willet
second line eight syllables
not very clever

bleary eyed weary
wanting only to go home
the clown car takes him

one two three four five
one two three four five six seven
one two three four five

a vulgar aesthete
seems nothing beyond the realm
surrender to id

perspiration seals
scrotum-left to inner thigh
oh, what a feeling!

blood coarses faster
plateletes and white cells adrift
could this be true Love?

all i want
is a piece of blue sky
a fauve dies

generating text
with glaring lack of merit
seems an ill pursuit

on my knees before
master of verbosity
myriad pressed keys

a wretched one now
rigid-syllabic blank verse
produces nothing

rules
what rulez
i don't need no haiku rouse

a confessional:
bereft of novel concepts
i merely react

haven't time to read
all of the posted horseshite
gimme a moment

a feeble tandem
hammer and battlepuppy
I quoth: bring it on!

suck it,
sick it hard,
do it now.

please.......

brew it
do it
now

winter cycling
clear blue sky
bittersweet last turn

only one more left
i'll see you in hell finals
i wish i could sleep

feet shuffling quick
as the meager boxspring creaks
mid-sleep foot spasms

in winter silence
rhythm of white elegance
swans drift slowly by

some are born artists
or have gifts in sports, words, song...
me - i brood real good