It always happens
To someone else it's been said
Now it happens here

Radio news shock
Covert facism for now
Naive egotist

Caledonia
A story of Canada?
Fact of history

Ice no more. Melting
Polar bear in a snow storm
Only on T shirt

Pookie, Shep, 'Kenny'
Feline friends or fearless foes
Manh! territory

Propagandistic
Reckless, conniving tactics
Harper oh Harper

While nude sunbathing
On Public Library steps
Tasered by police

Rebooting again
The more often I do it
The longer it takes

Life and Death and Jane
She wrote of all - changed the world
Shalom Jane Jacobs

Flying to Trenton
Going to see mom - tell her
I love her. I died

To skirl of bagpipes
Dust, our blood and our tears dance
Who wrote this ballet?

Sailing at this collosal ocean
King Bros. tunes compromised
News at 11
***
Kept splashing like ocean waves
took my shirts to the dry cleaner
Hell, no bridges in sight yet

MGF, keep these inputs coming (plz)
seems everyone except the useful idiot [ :me]
Has a theory

Shell games with war dead
Is a macabre past time
Of these souless men

Oh, Peace Tower dove
Still your tears for our war dead
You, not them, our guide

They hid the coffins
Shame, for our Knights at Dieppe
Doves cry at Vimy

Found Haiku no. 1 - Albert Camus


"Man is the only
creature that refuses this
to be what he is"

Here is whom to blame:
knucklehead conservatives.
*They* voted him in.

I have killed no one.
Do a favor: overthrow
our government.

Is it duck season?
Or wabbit season? Daffy
gets nailed either way!

Coyote sets traps.
Will he catch a Roadrunner?
Falls off cliff again!

Yosimite Sam
never gets the drop on Bugs --
"Ah HATES them rabbits!"

"Abraca-pocus!"
Count Dracula is no match
for smartass bunnies.

Marvin the Martian
is sure he will conquer Earth.
In your dreams, space runt!

World opinion Ignore you, Christ sake
Much of the world would love too
If you

Ignore you, Christ sake
Much of the world would love too
If you

An't your friend Janis (sudden courage)
suffice it to say
Am your admirer (amiable chuckle)

Why care what US
dummies don't know? Feel free to
just ignore us.

Phoning while driving
Multiple auto pile-up
Cellular carnage

Been there. Done that too.
Nothing left for me to do,
But write bad Haiku.

Been
There
Done that
Nothing left
That is fun to do
But write Fibonacci Haiku

Milos, please my friend
There is really only one
Rule with bad haiku

learning wall carping
bravely, nation starts proudly
students passing Gore

Go thrash a man
Whether he'll pay his bill in CH francs or in euros
Is what Belgrade is about
nonsense
nonsense
nonsense that's right C. Hitchie

So how do you know?
Anonymous is US
It

So anonymous
Can

serbia, siberia, syria
sounds much the same
to my ears

is serbia ruled bu turks
where is serbia
what is serbia

Impatient driver
Just had to make that U-turn
I have one leg now

Newly ascertained;
A Jungian archetype:
Chubby chasing sod

calculatingly
prosodical sons return
you can count on that

Once the slaves were defined by skin
Today, wonder myself
Wherein hide the details

Mirror worx well
manx from one.com responds quick
Relaunching system check

Philly heavies weighed

Let's sell Milos to the Serbs

3rd verse has many choices

Always dry, but cold,
The man knows no hot geckoes.
Gladdened, he bubbles.

Not damp, not tender,
The monk comes to the lantern.
The hard seagull wakes.

Low, dismal, leaping,
The man moves. The man despairs,
Retiring, swimming.

Rolling Stones
please do not tour
This country or I will lose you all

What country is it
when some shit on the street
Knows your business
***
Don't invest in Serbia
Your mind or whatever
It's a waste of time
***
And most important
don't trust the slavetradin' traitors
From the East Coast, USA

Sold out
to the Serbs
By Philly dumbasses & Co.
***
Slavery never ends
how many lifetimes
1 has to have

Sold out
to the Serbs
By Philly dumbasses
***
Slavery never ends
how many lifetimes
1 has to have

When you are a slave to the Serbian riches
And pigs (you never heard of) spy on your business
You have none

The tight cave sitting;
It is the dying welcome.
Commanding, I write.

The waiting moss dreams
Where open waters accept.
Does the dry branch wake?