Alone in my room,
haikus send me messages.
I nod and agree.

Rocking back and forth
can be very comforting.
I stare and I smile.

Her head in my hands.
One last time, while she

looking at ma sis
goddam neighbor, shoot his dog
I saw her first, boy.

Sleeping in the park.
I need some beer and a wash.
Getting haiku first.

rappers, hillbillies,
disillusioned lunatics,
beastiality

sittin on a log
dreamin bout ma lil sister,
pickin ma banjo.

Chattering squirrel
Fat upward-looking feline
Falling nut inflames

Anger management
Zoloft, Prozac, exercise
Fresh outside air. Chill.

Ive appologized to myself.
visits here have become a walk in the dump.

Christ what awful crap
You little dick, in your face
Your Bad, as in stinks

discontinuous
is where you is whereas i
don't get off with this

haiku rap is where
you be but cutting lines ain't
pure haiku to me

(but i accept that it IS bad)

diff'rent styles, hey face
we rhyme in a diff'rent place
i admire your pace

My wet tongue running
down past the root of her tail
to taste her juices.

now once again...I
leave this place...girlies sittin'
on my smilin' face

other funky dudes
thought they were cool; they can't stop
my rhymin' Haiku
>
so if you see me
strolling your street, boogie down
to my Haiku beat
>
now my tool starts to
harden, I'll go fertilize,
some girlies' gardens
>
every chick that's had
my hard tool, is gonna send
yours back...to grade school

wait on you to make
your rhymes good like mine, we
don't have....that much time
>
so girlies jump up,
feel the tingle, rock on to
my Haiku jingle
>
imitators like
to cop my thing, but chicks know
best, who's got the bling
>
I will have girlies
skippin' school, making other
poets look like fools

In your face Haiku
is back in town, girlies get
set to get on down
>
all girlies know that
next to me, others write lame
Haiku poetry
>
English dude says to
"Release the hounds," my talent
grows, beyond all bounds
>
girlies grind to the
words I say, want my sexin'
all...the live long day

Horns caught in the fence.
Bleating, unable to move.
Can

go the beast master
you bring out the animal
and then you use it

you say when you rhyme
that it's the best of all time
but i'm more sublime

self professed talent
isn't so much in my face
as up his own arse

Inside my sister,
I

No bath in three months,
I lie here and marinade
in my own fluids.

The wings flap as I
push my inches into her.
Eggs break, yolk oozes.

Oh! That feels so good!
This chick is all over me.
She makes my cock crow.

Now my rhymins' done
for today. Chicks say: "Please come
back and make our day"

copying my rhymes
is so lame, only do it
cuz you got no game

5 1 3 6 2
1 2 3 2 3 1 5
3 6 3 1 4

3 4 1 5 3
is mine, you know it, because
it's a master rhyme

Every chick that's had
my hard member, will mark you:
"Return to sender"

struggle to copy
my word play, what is up the
ass of Tina Fey?

her thirst for juice: high
teeth nibbled along my thigh
soft wet lips, oh my!

...suck suck suck suck suck...
!....!....!....!.....!......!........!
!........!.........!........swallow.

Minting cash? Easy
read financials till yer queasy
and/or marry rich

All mouths salivate
at the taste of babies of
Haiku in your face

The rectum widens
in anticipation and
eats a sticky bone.

Gotti boys on TV
"You steal my in' gel, bitch?"
May they rot in hell

Black woman's booty
Pushin finer? No, and try
the sixty-niner

My words rise above
make you dream of Jeannie, just
like Major Healy

Russkie girl's boxes
you ponder how they smell: great
milk you very well

what you'll never do:
match the awesome genious of
In your face Haiku

My right hand is grown
so big by masturbation.
Lefty gets lonely.
*
Typing a haiku
single-handedly tonight.
Lefty gets lucky.

Something stirs below.
The worm feasts in the graveyard.
I come in my pants.

Russian shotgun
Cheaper than Berreta, no?
God I love it so

Analyze me? Ha!
Just remember this: your wife
might have gobbled this

last was mine as well
you know that by now. Compete?
Hardly. Words fail you all

Russian brides want out
their soulful faces call: pick me
broken English ball

firetruck blazes by
howling dogs' throats point skyward
last Haiku? mine, dude