Riding for Jesus
Twist the throttle wide open
and say all your prayers
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
Headless fish laying
stinking on the sun drenched pier
Didn't make it home
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
Counting syllables
One, two, three, four, five, seven
What happened to six?
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
Why cross the wide road?
To get to the other side...
Watch out for bird flew.
by UnclRons of Austin, TX
The pterodactyl
is past like the rest and all ~
it's not poetic.
by Metric Dinosaur
The double dactyl,
Like "gastrointestinal"
Is most poetic
by Maestro of Manhattan
a clever arsehole
delivering smart humour
must be a wisecrack
by ash
All the way down here
She smells like soaked garbage
Personal hygeine
by Rapunzel
Bored with your body?
Await metempsychosis
Might return a slug
by Maestro of Manhattan
TRIBUTE:
The crack of the bat
Also, the crack of my ass
I hate baseball games
by Maestro of Manhattan
Yikes! Synaesthesia
Didn't even drop today
Maniac flashback
by Maestro of Manhattan
rollerskating rink
national developer
black liberace
by joseph of delacunize@hotmail.com
as one might expect
puppetry of the penis
hails from down under
by ash
the english can spell
as well as australians
but not those yankees
by ash
turning japanese
think i'm turning japanese
i really think so
by ash (having an attack of the vapours himself)
Turning Japanese
Sweaty palm between my knees
The Vapors, not Squeeze
by Maestro of Manhattan
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by Puppy Tree of The Pines
Only worthwhile show:
Puppetry of the Penis
Grab it if you can
by Maestro of Manhattan
Lack of grey and/or
Subject matter has left me
Grasping for straws, here.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
Emotionally
Inept, and the results are
Broadway-themed haikus?
by Liza Lot of Ohio
CABARET: Where life,
Along with Adam Pascal's
Ass, is beautiful.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
RENT: Where one can see
Fighting lesbians become
Stellar thespians.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
if Jesus married
wife nags "get a job" maybe
cross was sweet relief
by onjaysun of frogtown thx scott dunn
so much food she just
couldn't stop but that's okay
little muffin top
by onjaysun of frogtown
Unleash the hashish
One way flight to TVLand
Why leave the bedroom?
by Maestro of Manhattan
you know the form ash
spinach and olive oil
fight to the finish
by mellie
popeye knew the count
dominant with his beatings
iamb what iamb
by ash
like eating oysters
sliding over tongue down throat
salty sexy smooth
by mellie
your poems blind me
bedazzled and bamboozled
white cane bad haiku
by mellie
like eating raw fish
you'll find your taste for it grows
with experience
by ash
coax me from my shell
no need to butter me up
i know you want me
by ash
an i for an eye
take a good look at yourself
cornea than sum
by ash
Detached retinae
Dispatched by my retinue
The blind leading none
by Maestro of Manhattan
love flows in torrens
adelaide oh adelaide
where i first got laid
by ash
Haiku Haiku High
Haiku Haiku Haiku Coo
Haiku Haiku High
by Zzt of Adelaide, Aust.
mimi in new york
rides the stripper pole at night
blogs away the day
by Mimi of New York by way of the UK
i'm moved by movies
as regular as clockwork
my bowels are wringing
by ash
when the wave hits me
ill be dreaming of robots
who forgot bagels?
by jew
Vellocet, me droogs
Fuels ultraviolence
Skull smashing splendor
by Maestro of Manhattan
Bravo luminol
Enhancing luminescence
Upon bloody sheets
by Maestro of Manhattan
methylphenidate
makes me less jittery than
long macchiatto
by ash
Haiku book review
Tetherballs of Bougainville
Ingenious satire
by Maestro of Manhattan
No ADHD
Just mail order Adderall
I am ever so high
by Maestro of Manhattan
Postmodern nonsense
by Maestro of Manhattan
my submerged bottom
uranus under neptune
in the cold briny
by ash
Too bored to write here
my feet propped against the wall
I should cook some toast
by Betty LeBomb
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by Dark Supernova of Scotia
