What's that big word, dad?
That word is president, son
And that's what you are

George Bush has an ape
It's a very violent ape
It would be his son

a world full of bad
but amongst the bad, some good
like these bad haiku

that saddam person
is genuinely evil
but no threat to me

our prime minister
possibly means well for us
but i'm unconvinced

put down the gun george
you're a dangerous fellow
and you're scaring us

got my neck x-rayed
next day i had a sore throat
i ask my dog why

Ain't got no draft card
Ain't got no war and dying
Peace is ultimate

telegraphed today
in mounds upon my doorstep
"Spring has been delayed"

I think I'll stop there
Nothing like borderline rape
To start the day off

Swift, with conviction
Far too fast for her to stop
You begin the act

tiny droplets mist
freezing to the trees -- fog bound
swirling eventide

You sit beside her
Run your fingers down her arm
Toward what you see

Leads you to her room
Turns the lights down, on the bed
But not quite ready

even in winter
long bare limbs of the willow
forever weeping

Young lady beckons
Clad in lace, so very slight
Overconfident

breathe out breathe in breathe
out breathe in breathe out breathe in
breathe out ... time to stop.

new frost between stone
positions frozen in place -
we must compromise

pink (beefy?) temptress
I can no longer remain
vegetarian

in old Hungary
vampires are considered
nothing budapest

you said it's Chile
despite the tropical sun
and I Bolivia

so full of my heat
this bursting of my joy into
the center of you

Helpless against sky
wind abrades away my dust
scattering white drift

Dusts up my hat
ups my cuffs, down my collar
into squinty eyes

late afternoon snack
soft rustling of silky sheets
lover's grazing

Oh! persuasive one
my desire melts denial
at your silken tongue

Cover up my ears
with fuzzy foam and headphones
snow's falling outside

The man with no hair
Removes his wifes skirt and top
And puts on his clothes

Not one nice stranger
Has since done such an action
Quite disappointing

I had just met her
I had no clue who she was
I didn't complain

Someone once told me
"I'm sorry I touched your bum."
Why not touch again?

a blizzard of want
obscuring what we need,
accumulating

from the beginning
her cell phone kept ringing, the
warning chime I missed

she's sparkling and wet;
that instant, bright feeling of
love drowned out by lust

pleasure hhhmmmmmm pleasure
with my wrists bound so tightly
your mouth touches me

Work? What would work be?
I just drink and write haiku
And go into debt

Work before pleasure
Passion on hold, once again
Hollow promises

Prez plan to take out
crazed armed man of wrong faith, sounds
Waco....oops wacko!

The frog poked his gills
But Geoff was poisonous so
The foolish frog died

Geoff the purple fish
Was swimming along one day
When he met a frog

And with all this fun,
do you know what happened to
the Internet chick?

this needs to be done
time needs to be found by us
talent scouts...line up

an album cover
big tymers just big pimpin'
that's right...huzzuh!

concert on friday
stoked, but it starts real early
rush hour traffic...

good haiku there pete!
how about a joint venture
no pun intended

feeling so stupid,
forgetting to sign my work,
well, maybe this time

Five dollar cover,
kids under 6 get in free,
Drugs at big dicounts!

i'm selling crack rock,
an all-drug liquidation!
this Sunday, "THESE DRUGS MUST GO!"

after the torrents
the desert that was my yard
sprouts like a jungle

tonight bitter wind
bends branches against windows
backwards and forwards