war in canada, blowing up stuff,
war in my head, on the bed, dead
with fred and ed on my jet
let chaos ring...
dubya is king of the devils
worship the viet cong

Hug all trees in the immediate area
They need love and kisses, not
being blowed up real good-like
Not like our hero's the Viet Cong
who tortured the vietnam vet very
nicely...they are like gods to me

Stop the war,
Stop the whore,
Bush is going to get us killed...

STOP THE WAR,STOP THE WAR
HUG A TREE, HUG A TREE FOR ME
AND HUG IT LIKE A BEE
OR A FLEA ON THE SEA WITH MY
KEY

STOP THE WAR NOW!
STOP THE WAR HOW??
START WITH ME...I WILL BLOW UP
STUFF REAL GOOD-LIKE AND BECOME A SOLDIER!!

spiky-haired german,
confidence is unneeded,
one i look up to.

For certain people
Andy Dick's an acquired taste,
DON'T LET THESE FOLKS BREED!

confidence is often
built on lies, and realize
that, and you can make your own

humans are thoughtless
and are thinking on an animal level
and it's why Columbine's happened
and it's why the people who are
bullied become Timothy McVeigh
and that gay guy that ate people
and froze the rest for later

the truth is confusing
to those who believe a lie
so they strap bombs to themselves
and lash out on a level
that they have been pushed to

wishing confidence
i do not believe in me
it never arrives...

in calculus class
i fell asleep on my arm
drooled on my desk
--------------------------------
what do i do now
swipe it onto the floor or....
leave it for the next???

Alcohol clouds thought
Clear head makes best decisions
Time is all you need

Drinking vodka
contemplating the truth
to tell or not to tell

Fuck bugger bum shit
Told you I could, want some more?
Cunt tit and fanny

I am a man now
I know how to spell bad words
And I can say them

Now I

Went to the temple
Prayed for forgiveness all night
Rabbi said

He writes rubbish not like me
My Haikus are good
He

Do not believe him
He

Do not believe him
He

I

oh please be careful,
careful what you mean by that,
my heart might explode.

More then one of me,
Others are not real to me,
Only the ones I make

a mind full of love,
bound to a heart with Tourettes,
screaming emotion.

approaching fervor,
marking off the calendar,
has become a chore.

such little time here
yet passing so slow, again
the fast, it lingers

reaches her hands up
trying to grab hold before
she slips into null

silent she sits there
darkness, and tired, back from
a well worth trip "home"

it feels like aeons,
heavy hearted and missing,
Bob and El Tigre.

all of these voices,
they all speak at the same time,
but come out as mush.

i'm feeling foolish,
i speak in long sentences,
whenever she's near.

trying the time out
the server clock is messed up
more often than not

Zipped up in his Jeans
Every man

shared something sacred,
feel like the beauty was lost
i'm left wondering...

Captain Fuzzy
What I saw was horrible
Never do that again

Saddam Hussein
West opens up can of whoopass
he still won't stop

hooker with strep throat
prefers my Vick's Vapor cock
to anything else

Dante's Inferno
better than Paradiso
hell is just more fun

thou can makest a
heaven or a hell of your
mind so said Milton

i'm cooking with gas
can't put the fire out till
the Zoloft kicks in

knowledge in a glance
man gives man a signal for
mutual butt fuck.

their mysticism
approaches fashion statements
the Dao is so in!

sickening phonies
middle class whites flirting with
zen meditation.

fucking Keruouac
dilettante zen pretender
your haiku sucks ass

depressed teenage girl
uses my pubes like kleenex
to console herself.

bulk haiku guru
shall cleanse this page until all
of you disappear

light in the loafers
always hard to tell who's the
bull and who's the bitch.

pity the pregant
fat with hormonal raging
no one will fuck her

childbirth on tv
weirdly erotic how screams
can make me aroused.