Bushman frowning kicks
Dusty brown shoes hug his feet
Yearning to be free

I hope those monkeys
Are getting paid good money
They're quite prolific

Atop the tower
Boasting schoolboy clears his throat
Childish lofty spit

Workingman reclines
Body speaks of aches and pains
Time for family

Insistent flailing
Wailing apparitions flout
Free speech for mankind

Debating chamber
In our house of parliament
Exceptional knives

Atop the tower
Boasting schoolboy clears his throat
Childish lofty spit

Valuable advice
Ignored, words went unheeded
Arrogant to last

Her voice carried close
Mirthful misty pleading cries
Her lovers teasing

How

Left standing alone
Furious abrasive rage
Five seconds only

Ardent sun drenched nude
Gees tomorrow you

Iraq

wind bends tree over
rain washes the tourists out
dog vomits outside

Cries I

Jack Russell snatches
Holds with penetrating teeth
Sneezing meaty rat

Hold

So much charm, what whit
This girl eighteen nay forty
Spellbinding mistress

Simple green apples
Teasing temptress hangs sublime
Kissed by tender breeze

Messy house empties
Partygoer leaves fumbling
Vows do it again

Unwanted embrace
Dancing pulsating laughing
Intoxicated

Insidious wine
Satyrs wishing deceptions
Admonishing fools

Goatherds chill valley
Wandering river lingers
Slowed by deep constraints

Incessant babble
Boasting drunk reconsiders
Feigns sobriety

Tourist police race
Hastening beggar squeals
No more jail for me

My ass, your big hands
Kneeding pimpled flesh with joy
This must never be!!!!

I keep forgetting
Must put name in Hiaku
I am so stupid

Hiakus in jest
Loves friends so, but they must know
Hours of sitting, BAD

I could have slept in
Or stayed with girl, done wild thing
Go to game? But why?

Ready to bash heads
Cant, accupunture man busy
Thomas the Troll sad

Very nice house Bret has
Large deck, lots of room, good home
Toilet water high!

Its noon, booze it up
Help me make my character
Not booze, so called GM!

Accupuncture man
You will fear his great power
Armored neck silly?

Warm day in mid march
With friends, ready to play game
No game? What the fuck!?

The foolish cleaners
Put everyone's stuff into
A single black bag

Eventually, yes
They would produce all Shakespeare
But in the first week
They'd probably write
Modern british 'comedy'
Or something better

back from the bayou,
lovin' the company here,
new home sweet new home.

it's just too damn slow
i want a new computer
and i will have one

Accept the message
Let it penetrate your soul
Deep down within you

Remove your clothes, child
And let the holy father
Cleanse you of your sin

Querulous Plough horse
Chafes, admonishing dark earth
Jutting moaning plough

Ok understood
But for now I

Just gotta feel it
This is bad haiku anyway
Don't try so damn hard.

Head for five dollars
Sorry ho I don't do tricks
I gets mine for free

Not sure I can do
Too new at this Haiku lark
Show me what you mean

One too many
What a damn mess I've made here
Negligence is mine.

Buttered up them thighs
Open wide lonely housewife
Therapy's in session.

No value statements
Haiku must cut like a blade
Drop the dualism

Too much abstraction
Use words of the everyday
No philosophy.

Frowning scarecrow laughs
Enraptured hungry black crows
Take the farmers dance