sweaty men-balls,
me, lapping at them
gently with my tongue.
by ash
hot gay stinky man ass,
sitting on my face.
by ash
These soporifics
Have just induced somnolence
Seems logical, eh?
by Lush
as spring approaches
we acknowledge halloween
for the wrong reasons
by ~
Mason jars in line
Emptied of putrid moonshine
Fallen face down ... blind
by Lush
Fair Epictetus
Wherever shall you lead us?
Pure debauchery
by Lush
some things never change
and other things aren't the same
but what's in a name ?
by ~
Nothing shall impede
My nocturnal knife training
Infidels beware
by Lush
Terms like recherche
And recondite and abstruse
Are self-referencing
by Anonymous Poet
goblins and witches
out and about this weekend
sweetening their teeth
by ^
Calumny and lies
Libel and shit which draws flies
BadHaiku's demise?
by Maestro
Mary, that ain't a
costume..please return pants to
the UPS man
by onjaysun of frogtown
NULL
by ZABADOOEY of Hell
just one english word
and you couldn't spell it right
typically lame
by ash
explore new frontiers
life, but not as we know it
beam up me, scotty
by ~
accentuation
works best when it's positive
just you mark my words
by ~
just finished Spanglish
oh for a woman like Flor
to walk thru my door...
by ^
in any event
there's no time like the present
to be prescient
by ~
in the event that
something eventful happens
reinvent yourself
by or something... of ...nothing
The dogs leave wonder.
A perfumed duet returns.
The unknown fish work.
by Anonymous Poet
The cruel nuns wake.
Smoothly quaking, the mouths splash.
Frogs stroke heaven.
by Anonymous Poet
and yes you are prey
the most likely to be caught
are the very lame
by ash
could it be humour ?
see the subtle homonym
from a meat eater
by ash
Earth plays yet smoke works.
A lemon fears poetry.
The vampires loiter.
by Anonymous Poet
i wrote all of that
i am so responsible
you are just so lame
by ash
Walking hatred falls.
The knights catch slickly fair snow.
Stars break for clouds sing.
by Anonymous Poet
Jungles clash lemons.
Quietly, papers carouse.
Asses hate judges.
by Anonymous Poet
The lakes clash the mouths.
Hands retire and short girls wake.
Cold clashes landscapes.
by Anonymous Poet
