Purple mesh tank top
Cut just above the navel
Sartorial bliss
by Maestro of Manhattan
All hail Breakin' 2:
[Da] Electric Boogaloo
Cinema splendor
by Maestro of Manhattan
if you wanna make
your Daddy parts orange, eat
Cheetos...watch some porn
by onjaysun of frogtown (thx dnb)
Six turkeys running
in front of car like frickin'
awl Jurassik Pawk!
by onjaysun of frogtown
searching for answers
i gaze into my navel
but i'm long sighted
by ash
Grilled cheese is a king
and a true lover of soul
cape of golden brown
by Betty Lebomb
Damn, beer after beer
Shedding tears, yet there's more beer
I fear that I'm queer
by Maestro of Manhattan
Pontification
Spewing Dogma from pulpit
Lame-ass balderdash
by Maestro of Manhattan
Kinky girlfriend wants
me to suck toe, chose middle
one, it has roast beef
by onjaysun of frogtown (thx B&T)
Smacking that blue vein
Tied off with rubber and spiked
Fare thee well for now
by Maestro of Manhattan
Piltdown Man a hoax.
Where's the bloody missing link?
Damn, dirty apeman!
by Maestro of Manhattan
Fear the hirsute brute
Horrid galloping galoot
Hair is everywhere
by Maestro of Manhattan
Apotheosis:
Dick Van Patten is a God.
I worship his work.
by Maestro of Manhattan
Halls Mentho-Lyptus,
I'm afraid you just can't scratch
That nicotine itch.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
balsa is our friend
hail to the micropilots
we do it with dope
by ash
the air is too cold
laughter is making me cough
reach for the puffer
by ash
One more coffee shot
will do me in for tonight
see you tomorrow
by Betty Lebomb
I may be drunken
but I know scanned in balsa
wood when I see it
by Betty Lebomb
Of all I have loved
few have touched my bitter heart
as much as mellie
by Betty Lebomb
Oh, it's halloween
that's not a candied apple!
grandma has a cock
by Betty Lebomb
Heart to weak to pump,
medic alert bracelet call,
grandma has a cock
by Betty Lebomb
Coffee liquor bad!
tastes like Sanka and some ass
but it does the trick
by Betty Lebomb
"Being There" is good
a movie to make you think
by Jerzy Kosinksi
by Betty Lebomb
Caffeine patches are
are for weak of mind and soul
just drink the coffee
by Betty Lebomb
With a photo flash
I smile a big phony smile
you are dead to me
by Betty Lebomb
I puffed a small pipe
and gave it a great big puff
and now I can fly
by Betty Lebomb
I puffed a small pipe
and gave it a great big puff
and now I can fly
by Betty Lebomb
Have you ever thought
that feeling your arms and legs
is over-rated?
by Betty Lebomb
Okay, I know I
shouldn't be so damn fucked up,
but Portland beer good!
by Betty Lebomb
golden brown i miss
our moments in the sun
before you reach my heart
by Edward Angle of UK
Jittery jigging
Transdermal caffeine patches
Logorrheal rant.
by Maestro of Manhattan
Catheter attached
Ankle-bound receptacle
Urine on the go
by Maestro of Manhattan
I apologize
Can't stop the brain from thinking
In 5's and 7's.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
I've done this before
Either this is just cliche
Or it's deja vu.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
Funny how things work
When you're soon-to-be nineteen
It don't mean a thing.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
I was asked about
By an old classmate of mine
He asked if I geeked.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
Curled up on the couch
Eyes squinting more than normal
Kitty contact buzz.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
Arise...yawn and stretch
Mum's gone away for the day
Time for a nice joint.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
Black jacket penguins
march way too far, please contact
gold jacket agent
by onjaysun of frogtown
so cocoa it is
nothing but the darkest beans
for my bullwinkle
by ash
Fetal position
Upon tiles of kitchen floor
Sartre's Le Nausee
by Anonymous Poet
Ovaltine enema
On a clear summer morning
Oh, so refreshing
by Maestro of Manhattan
whatever you say
the recollections are dim
my mind still elsewhere
by ash
it's hard to think of
the things you can't remember
if you wanted to
by ash
when I'm sleeping well,
my ass will start the itching
smelly finger days..
by Ryan of Ohio
Like a flame-thrower
Oh my dear Henry Miller
Your prose gets me hot.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
Aquanet quoiffure
Leather pants stuffed with a sock
Vive Le Hair Metal
by Maestro of Manhattan
This is not a haiku
Six syllables in prior line
Eighteen in all
by Maestro of Manhattan
Neither crap nor pee
Total assimilator
Just me and J.C.
by Maestro of Manhattan
write for what? release?
praise? criticism? in rage?
to just mark the page?
by jah of babylon
