Blue sky and green earth
Favorite places and colors
That

The Newspapers act
As they were first to think that
Well how about that?

I

W.M.D. Now stands
Weapons of Mass Deception
Well how about that?

Blair

Carpet burns on knees
Got them looking for loose change
Have to move fast here

Good morning mellie
Nice that your up, have some tea
Some toast to follow?

Cracks and crevices
Unmistakable life signs
In life

get off your soap-box
or do it in badhaiku
express ideas

Put out in my name
I don

Just who holds the key?
Life

Beyond having joke
What

I usually "don't make sense"
which is a perception of course
because I'm upset at some of the
angry types of commentary that
have gone on here and you guys showed up and started writing things that aren't about putting other people down...

I will deny him
Demand paternity test
Monkeys? It could be

Say his lines extinct?
Subhuman maybe, not dead
He lives underground

There

Related to all
Dear god some I

The genetic test
Proof to you all our past links
Mankind

From East Africa
120,000 years to reach west
So all of us black

Mitochondria Eve
All lines of human life traced
Mother of us all

i don't like his looks
he doesn't seem to blend in
he's different, get him!

you must forge something
and drop it in the chaos
as a gift to life

mox is talking sense
in passionate paragraphs
they are good for once

oh i'm mad as hell
enraged enough to lie down
for a nappy-poo

i wonder how many
people here fit the description
and write otherwise...

"they might be rednecks..."
i know I might be but
I'm probably just a "simple man"

i saw sylvia plath
with a picture of her fishing
but to be a pet wife?
m
but till then they struggle
and sometimes the demons win
crowley died, confused and empty
and his legacy? sylvia killed herself
but she left us something more alive
than dead

anyhow, there's a point
where the suicide threats dry up
and all that person wants

is a normal, boring life
to work in the so called system
and play golf or grow old

and study lake trout
or hunt or even make
a documentary about being
an evangelist or porn star
or beat writer...

existentialists vs. angst ridden
gen x malcontents...what's the difference?
nothing really matters except
a kind smile and a green back
paid to the right person
to keep the knives from stabbing

ap, the man in the mountain
is old and gone, unless you change your
tune, shut up and throw your

miseries into the same gorge, but
not yourself... Children will belittle
on and on and on....

we shall re-build a new bionic old
man in the mountain, stronger
faster...you might see me that

way Sunday btw...

we all touch on each
others lives, hackers, stolen identities
and in the name of living

for the party, murder each
other in the name of gossip and
die as the fool in Proverbs

by the company we keep

if homosexuality is
a sin then it is a deception
protected by law

sexuality is a confusing topic
abused, misused and dirty
dancing naked in a coven

who knows the catharsis of witchery

this place is practice
to deal with the tabloid mentality of
the american liberal

i do talk to gay folks on line
and jews, but who are the disenfranchized but the damned?

hell is full of those who
want company and I'm sure
you all want mine

after a while crowley would get boring
but there is "no exit" and hell is other
people

usually it's a lot
of unhappy people who
like to feel better by

putting others down because
it's all they've got...
and of course they're looking for
a fight, because it postpones

looking into themselves, and
making a vital choice, to grow
up and live or die

the problem with wags
basic'ly is that which is
PSYCHOLOGICAL

cool wind in the air
warm air of colitas is
rising through the air

Not all of those haiku were mine
Although they told the same line
And as such I'm used
To being abused
Get back to Nippress' behind

feeling quite nasty
antacids would be tasty
makes sleeping hasty

a pathetic oaf
vainly tries to agitate
fuck you A Student

HAHAAHAAAHAAAA!!!!

tooting on his pipe
with smoke coming from nipp's poo
SF gets a high

the dogs in prairie
howling by the brown hewn fields
yipping and yarking

the moon a-shining
just like the sun in-morning
going haiku'ing

enraged and bested
sexually frustrated
bites the fucking dust

fucking transvestite
goes by the name of SF
just like stinking pus

There

Counting the small change
I have decide to go mad
Buy myself some gum

Lay in the long grass
Sounds of childhood rushing back
Crickets near my ear

it's my bedtime now
so long, i've been far away
i'm back, see you soon

Just read the Archives
Hollywood

Rock on Brother Nip
Bad haiku is eternal
no one knows how much