The jail bait is calling
It seems school is out
But so is the prison

It seems I am ready
Shotguns by my side
To go on my rampage

I fucked your dad
I'll fuck your sister
But your mum's too fucking ugly

When drinking spirits
One bottle not enough
You're fucked in the morning.

In drowning my sorrows
I look for death
Like a consummate lemming.

I think that my mother
Was fucked in the head
When she gave birth to me.

hollywood bonfire
get all fucked up soon y'hear
and write more haiku

i quit everything
a goddamned mormon
my haiku sucks
i'm edgy and lonely
i've been running a lot
getting in shape
climbing the walls
but let the record show
that still I would love
a cigarette
five beers
three bonghits

my one wish right now:
us in a bar and half-drunk
sharing camel lights

attention art girls
regardless of who you are
i'm in love with you

Three finals left now
Then finally it's summer
And I can relax

it's 1:11
the deadline is five pm
3 pages to go

Haven't quite started
Must stop procrastinating
To write this last beast

Two papers complete
Now it's philosophy's turn
Six pages to go.

the trouble with this
as far as I plainly see
moths fly in my ear

To sleep I must go
Paper is coming nicely
Perhaps I will pass.

Settle down, doo-doo.
No need for vulgarity.
Tell us what happened.

You wouldn't even
feel it, you're so fucking loose.
Fuck a skyscraper.

Go fuck yourself with
a running chainsaw. Does it
make a nice dildo?

Nasty slut! Die! Die!
Drink urine through your nostrils,
fucking dick-warmer.

Let's see what you think
about me after I tear
open your skull, Bitch.

Twice today he asked
me to leave. You'd think I'd get
the point and just go.

The Exhibitionist

I've wanted to kiss
you since the afternoon when
I tried to draw your

portrait. People watched
me watch you without ever
knowing anything.

Half

Your friend doesn't like
me much. Something must be wrong.
I want you to crowd

through my emotions
until you are everything,
but Emily is

better for you. She
has a dog. Matt says you need
a good lay. I'd be<

Introspective

I know it`s always
about me. All of my thoughts
start with one letter.

Four pages complete
Technically just four more
Then start paper two.

half page is written
seven and then some to go
i wish i were done

Alone, the nights I
write, you still live. Each month, for
three days, the moon dies.

I'll let Steve know this
So that he can join the fun
And relive the past

I did not realize
That this site was still alive
Hooray for haiku

whiskey on the rocks
Johnny Walker Black Label
cheers to the good life

autumn at my place
white haze slants below cirrus
still, cold afternoon

Haiku, I hate you
Hey Sonnet, I hate you too
Poetry is dumb.

Bored at my desk
Surfing through
Very bad Haiku

I jumped off a cliff
The ground rushed toward my white face
Splat! I'm street pizza

if you suck my cock
a river of white will flow
straight into your mouth

Just sittin around.
Found your butt kickin website.
What a waste of time.

luscent moon
bathes my window pane
in its glow

fireflies
light my house
tonight

GRASS
growing
tall!

ash
check this
out

monsoon
sends the jay
away

light drizzle
blows the leaf away
from my hand

my inspiration has left ...
abandoned me to be wasted -
hither and thither.
'las, you miserable bum:
to the guillotine you go!!!

tropical rainstorms
form puddles on my garden,
icky toads croaking

BRIGHT AND COLORFUL
TALE, SHORT BUT ALL BEAUTIFUL
LOVELY SMELLING PETALS

Don't mess with Kelyme
Or he will kick your ass bad
Just shutup you freak!

I love sara
sighned rayman

The sun is burning
So am I, bad fire, bad fire
Next time no hot pants