life and will are one
don't try to control at all
let life do its thing

Expression is a
mater of will over the
chaos that is life

the more likely death
i'll commit seppuku out
side a McDonald's

Why point to others
Your own imagination
Everything you need

i'll sit lotus style
until i'm burned to a crisp
like that monk in Nam

bleed anally in the last one

knows beat history
mother watched him anally
on the toilet

Burning your flag is
Illegal and they will shoot
You dead anyway

Kerouac died because
like a divine fool who could
have been a saint...he
drank himself to death as
a mixed up Catholic too
close to his mother

Gleaned wisdom tells me
Only do what is written
For each their fate

will walk to Time's Square
drape myself in U.S. flag
light myself ablaze

Why end your life with
a whisper, do something great
Try to rob fort Knox

will break the cycle
with suicide one day if
i gather courage

The only way he
Could break the cycle is to
Peddle much faster

Keruouac died on
a toilet like elvis
after a barfight

do you think
you can break the cycle
sex man?

Jack Kerouac
no comment

so bored and lonely
i look to your dumbasses
for validation

sprays on her perfume
maybe that will mask the stench
of decaying fish

I can feel your pain
You

cying in despair
unimaginable pain
oh! i'm so unloved

Thought you didn

god you are boring
even your insults make me
drowsy with fatigue

their cornflake haiku
all sog and no crunch but makes
good fertilizer

love my delusions
i nurse them nurture them like
my newborn puppies

embrace the maelstrom
penn station at rush hour
more like a mosh pit

Art for Christ sake Art
He actually calls it Art!
Delusional crap

milking the prostate
most pleasurable indeed
and effortless too.

new level hardcore
cheesegrater cunnilingus
shows dedication

a lump in my balls
let cancer grow to impress
the girl going down

perks of dentistry
sedated under nitrus
the panties come off

i leap from the roof
insecure zombie poets
huddle in basement.

i'm arrogant too
self aggrandizement is
my one affliction.

slice you and dice you
i draw spiritual blood with
rapier-like thrusts.

god you people suck
the blood cannot flow in your
anemic haikus.

what great art ever
came out of peaceful thinking
peace is for pussies

i've conquered the art
of self-deprecation much
better than you all.

reaching the height of
creativity jackals
nipping at your heels

with forgerer's help
i'll shoot straight to the top of
the website's stat list

didnt' know i was
so popular that people
would want to be me.

forgerer repeats
himself like broken record
he's jealous of me

wow my id's becoming pretty
popular here with forgerers. let's
all just use my name instead so
there's no confusion from now on.
Anyone can forge my haiku if you
want, it really doesn't bother me.

Jangled nerves on edge
Outside imposes chaos
I control my mind

My mind my body
Mine to control and subdue
My will over life

Thoughts as smooth as cream
Silence of the mind at peace
Serenity rules

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!!