Some blueberry pie
is coyly glancing at some
vanilla ice cream

Olfactory mire
Awakened by flatulence
Good morning, pungence

I'm a lad insane
Bowie's knife within my brain
Lame-ass allusions

not all things change fast
but that's not really the point
everything changes

my dial up is slow
it takes forever to load
one hundred haiku

Climbing green bean bush
is growing many green beans
atop the roses

I began to sweat
and feel regret towards the
swallowed ninja star

My cheek is pressed flat
down upon the fragrant earth
and warm baked cement

With a single click
a vision so horrible
you will turn vegan

my neck fucking hurts
i bet in a past lifetime
someone punched my neck

travis bickle's sad
iris ran away again
her and sport have kids

an old catcher's mitt
holding a steak and cheese sub
the horrors of porn

lois lane's pinkie
sheared off in one angry snap
superman's asshole

Sour is the cream
The coffee coagulates
And is discarded

My brain needs coffee
like those big yellow hummers
need their gasoline

Rattling of keys
Shattering my synapses
Begging my leave, please.

Gymnosophist, noun:
A naked philosopher;
Practicing nudist.

All naked sprinting
Seems most newsworthy to me
Gymnosophistry!

Finished with 'script drugs
A Sharpie revolution
Inspiring, LeBomb

shiny silver fish
devouring everything
eating all my words

lazing on the grass
a warm winter's afternoon
the seasons slip by

tapping the rhythm
disciples of seventeen
the new beat poets

My mornings are best
served with twisted sheets, coffee
and an extra hump

Humps that hold water
are best remembered when left
lying by the sea

Birds and vermin swarm
eating up the walls and roof
of my hotdog house

At the edge of time
energy collides with space
cooking a hotdog

Yellow and fuzzy
it made little-bitty peeps
from its straw basket

All bent on sharpies
I outran a police dog
naked on the news

My friend held me down
and then puked into my mouth
like a little bird

This vine hanging down
has been teaching me the way
about blueberries

My measures fall short
when all I can muster up
is decaf coffee

I prefer two humps
ruminating past efforts
one of your best ash

the closet camel
most absorbing company
and yet a dry hump

our leader is short
but that's not why i hate him
though there's less to like

anachronistic
digital technology
the old prostate screen

the years ripple by
undulating existence
a splash then damping

Fun recreation
It is so pleasing to see
The master return

Can no longer bear
The wretched mirror image.
Must escape in dreams.

A cloak of pretense
Adorns the psuedo-poet.
Horrid reflection

thumb in ass ref'rence
finds me in throes of guffaw
I praise thee, Bonfire

Humidity is
the devil's brethren, but now
its all gone away

hot rocks in my mouth
the red-faced priest is screaming
the dogs strain their chains

the stars swinging free
the pines moving like women
my thumb in your ass

this dream ends the same
for thousands of short years
over and over

if i was a horse
i'd often be thinking
this is such bullshit

Much thanks going out
appreciation abounds
hurray for Janis

Rudimentary
Searching Capabilities
They have been added

Such clever wordplay
Draws a smile upon my face
I congratulate

Oh my dearest Ash,
You are most hilarious.
All sincerity.

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