Icing on my car
Glistens in the morning sun
Winters gift to me

Stinging ice-cold rain
Winds work into small stanzas
Black cold winter

Memories call me
Autumn smells of burning leaves
Sweet fragrant odours

Winter soon will run
Quietly, spring walks on earth
Fragrant woods awake

Organic wino,
Thinking? Or just will-o-wisps?
I strive in my way

Emerald City
Welcome to Seattle, friend
Hope you like it wet

Quotidian dreams
Of some Floridian streams.
Retire in Vegas!

Of relationships
Love is the epitome
Of dependency
*
A naked body
Has vulnerability
Purely animal
*
This dependency
Lets you free to be yourself
The human ideal
*
This one expression
Closest you will ever be
To another soul

Politicians:
three year old children
fingers into everything
rectify nothing

Sang karaoke
I was awful, really bad
Sound like Robin Gibb

Yup, you

Krazee-Eyez Killa:
"The floor's made of ... some floor shit."
I'm paraphrasing.

We

It is my birthday
I send myself a small card
Such unasked for joy

Cherry red splashes
Ripe cherries bounce in wind
Summer filled baskets

Don

twig ends swell
red awaiting green
bird watching

Big Mac please. Thank you
for eating at MacDonald's,
and now wash your hands.

We walk all around
Seeking our transportation
"Dude, where is my car?"

The hills are quite dead
Totally without the sound
Of all the music

strange noise, I blame dog,
family not buying story
quack, it was the duck.

All in white, the snow
commands a circle atop
the sacred mountain.

seasoned actors
reading through the script of life
question every line

I look for the signs.
Green happiness calls to me.
Spring can

Embarrassing state
Movements watched critically
Keen eyes scrutinize

pretty jobless now
as you can probably tell
waiting for bonus.

yesterday hot hot
welcome to singapura
heat's equally bad.

yesterday hot hot
welcome to singapura
heat's equally bad.

yesterday hot hot
welcome to singapura
summer sucks too.

rain rain rain rain rain
welcome to singapura
december sucks here

... Four Five Six Oomplah!
Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve,
Thirteen Fourteen... Oops!

Happy Birthday, me.
The surprise party's tonight...
They don't know I know...

should be working now,
but I don't see no future -
except in haiku.

Turned thirty today -
'twas horrible, the feeling.
All downhill from here.

One hand round her throat,
he moves her tail to one side.
Pitiful squeeling.

Uh oh. It's La-La.
Time for tubby bye-bye.
Again! Again!... No!

Fermentation past
Inebriation present
Future affliction

A X-mas wish for
all: More frankincense, less myrrh.
You got that, Santa?

it seems a long time
i break the surface gasping
the next wave hits me

RUPP bing yeek POW WOW.
whEEE wOOp deedlee BRRR pang poo,
FTANG GrrrwhEEp pow WOO WHEEEEP!

It gives me much joy
Posing the questions about
the theory of all

winter sun rains down
drawing earth through greening stem
into springs new flower

Phlegmatic morning
Expect expectoration
Where's my cuspidor?

Homophobia
Resilient pestilence
Such utter nonsense

Akita go ma
ugh tiki bam wakata.
Akita mag

too lazy to count
the moments of my short life
ticking idly by

Vessels polluted
I need a phlebotomist
Let bleeding begin

Some small grains of sand
Slip through my hands like my life
What a waste of life

Grew it and smoked it
Seen many mentally ill
Through smoking the weed