toast and vegemite
when I'm up I'm really up
and then I go down

on this sabbath day
i smear myself with cat shit
as i always do

actually, these guys are
right about me not having a life
and gathering PVC anchors

Dancing waving grass
A mistake to wave at me
Too shy to wave back

I want to see a
different side of the vetrerans
here, then I will abdicate

all social speheres have
a little give and take, and
some take more, and give

less

they have to defend their
turf, but it is not mine, or theirs
like those endless gang wars

fought over drugs and cracked pavements, and styles, you nigga,
you style smells pretentious, dull
and liberal

there's no soapbox here
just endless opinions on what poetry
fits and what doesn't
but if people want to worship dead
Bushido poets, that's fine...

I'll do my thing anyways...

that ash guy
wouldn't bitch so much
and be so critical if
it didn't get under his skin
a bit...

shows interior character...
kind of, angry, not sure if
arrogant or hurt or what...

Thought you were leaving?
So just couldn

online catharsis
endless odious bullshit
grandma has a cock

No name smears poet
Then runs, hides under the stairs
What will they all think?

The plain truth
In this world. Only as good
As your last Haiku

Stand up be a man
Claim that Haiku for yourself
Or are you too scared

Outpourings not great
But self-expression rules here
You should try sometime
(Dedicated to no name)

I see another
No name expressed opinion
Chicken shit online

I can

Got one and name too
You too chicken shit for yours?
Get a life yourself

Tells west to be friends
So Bush is clever and great
Pisses them all off

William Nippress get a
fucking life! Seriously, get
a fucking life now!

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