Ode Columbia
such sadness we mourn and grieve
seven brave spirits

monkeys reach through bars,
i throw them salted peanuts,
but they throw them back.

Price of gas just went
up again, George will ya start
that war already

The unsung martyr
Fighting for his religion
Perishes in flames

So obviously
the clock on my webserver
is really fucked up

Change? What change? Non-sense!
Those vicious Cossack knights fight
against civil rights

J. flew and came back
Flew again, but once too much -
I. never returned

is it just my clock
or chronosynclastic vibe
titan's sirens sound

And I trusted you.
I woke up, you lied, I fell.
I wish I were fog.

Yet another day alone
I listen to all thoughts
Isolation

thinking about stains
in fabrics on floors on teeth
not on matresses

Le bon ha

Le bon ha

Le bon ha

Eden menuchato
bein shaar tzaddikei olam -
Kol tuv, Ilan...

Bruises on my breasts
People will think you beat me
Oh, what they don't know

Squirming and mewling
The kitten fights against me
I chew on its head

it seems that time flies
or i write in a worm hole
back to the future

amidst confusion
in the black heart of despair
see the funny side

where there was once some
a little nothing came back
emptying something
.
now theres even less
spaces where nothing once was
dancing in the void

The Orient food
spices to make me forget
I want to forget
forget

she lay gutted there
the flesh covered in semen
remains left to rot

she lay gutted there
the flesh covered in semen
remains left to rot

TEST

this morning my boss
laid down and told me his dream
was that my review?

With measurements 5-
7-5, hope Miss Haiku
wins for her talent

With measurements 5-
7-5, hope Miss Haiku
wins for her talent.

In piles of grey snow
and parking lot paperwork
I lost the real me

In piles of paper
and parking lot snow, I lost
the organized me

In piles of paper
and parking lot snow, I lost
the organized me

unable to post
that was then (much earlier)
shall try again

beauty heart and soul
pathways through the fields of life
green stain still remains?

beauty heart and soul
pathways through the fields of life
green stain still remains?

beauty, heart and soul
pathways through the fields of life
that will lead you home

beauty, heart and soul
pathways through the fields of life
that will lead you home

beauty, heart and soul
pathways through the fields of life
that will lead you home

scotch..I would simply
try and scrape it off the floor
i've had luck with that

things shake out, and they
eventually become
less puzzling...'cept Bush!

bush is human too
just as scared as the rest of
us, and not thinking

When in doubt, I say
Load up the planes with more bombs,
Make my daddy proud

thanks for the advice
but the green stain is still there
were you ironic?

write to please yourself
not just to fill in the blanks
with more emptiness

what's this peotry ?
stimulating new concept
my peony rose

car ran out of oil
stopped at the QUICK LUBE and they
ordered more from Bush

i've tried everything
except looking at my toes
ah!!!! THERE I AM!

ambiguity?
all poetry should have it
a necessity!

people think haiku
designed to satisfy them
they are very wrong

thus the peotry
analyzed subjectively
is ambiguous

friend spent a lotto
dollar and won same, she's now
my new consultant

Upside down bottle
hovers heavy overhead
to pull me back down

I knew it was you
when skies went blue
and my flowers grew