Cursing the hard rain
Blown all the blossom again
Starting to turn brown

Melancholia
In the time of cholera
Diarrheal eve

Inner monologue
Keeps me sane, but must take care
Not to speak aloud.

The golden colours
An autumn mountain forest,
Chuck Norris' beard

It was jollies, but
all are disgusted with us.
Truth: you bore me now.

It was jollies, but
all are disgusted with us.
Truth: you more me now.

Actually, I'm
taken. Still thought of it.
Thank you anyway.

dying roses
The wilting crimson
flowers rise up
and kill the wind.

Jed was a poor man.
He smoked the canned
tobacco.
He rolled leaves of maple
and ate succulents and
root-barbs.
His visage was clean
and he never shook.
Life's mysteries are often
looks and never what
is buried from time to
time.

We spoke of Genghis Khan
and your friend
over cups of tea
and summer heat
The cool breeze
unwrapped
your cheap, flowery dress
spilling lust on the
streets of New York City
Lips, turgid with unspoken
secrets
caressed tetracycline
teeth
as you smiled
and refused the flowers
I almost bought on
Houston Street

Dead fly flutters in gravy,
swim for your life oh bug!
Quicksand mashed potato.

Growing peony
The budding crimson flowers
Bow low in the wind

The look in her eyes
Brush of her body on mine
My arm around her
*
Moving together
In time to the slow rhythm
A controlled passion
*
On the very edge
Tango is life

The passion that is
To dance tango with Lorna
Is like life

The lovely Lorna
Skin like alabaster
A Goddess Body
*
Dances like a dream
An easy grace among us
Laughter like a song

Spring like a soft song
Silently crept up the trees
Filling eyes with sound

Hands up all those who
Think it was a huge mistake
To invade Iraq?
-
Now hands up all those
Who called me names three years ago?
What? No hands up now.
_

You gutless lot of *****
No one admitting they were wrong
Well I told you so

You were just a foil
Way to get people thinking
You took it to heart
-
Which worked rather well
I hope some of your stupid
Countrymen may? Think?
-
Nice sparring with you
And good luck with the dating
It

Find one suitable
Only when you stop looking
That

The dater's lament:
"All the good ones are taken!"
I beg to differ.

Up to the border,
you are an "us". Just beyond,
and you are a "them".

"Late Spring Snow In May:
Chestnut not Cherry Blossum"
English songs Thrush sings

Hearts will never be
practical until they are
made unbreakable.

Vomit ends migraine.
It's biodegradable:
undigested corn.

I'm a knucklehead.
To bed too late brings migraine.
Horray for these pills!

A life of errands
Two respites, panging longings
for her; for Paris

The redwood forest
Santa Clara county parks
Santa Cruz Mountains

mount madonna mama
Love to know more, must tell you
Your links not working

Tap-dancing and slide
Do you think you

A bright sunny day
Prickley grass beneath your feet
You stepped in dog doo

even when she died
I heard the train like always
humming past the sound

as to the outcome
she could never quench her thirst
even when she died

the cab drivers name
revealed no obvious clues
as to the outcome

folded in amongst
many long important lists
the cab drivers name

folded in amongst
dead wet leaves and tender green
a salamander

LOOK G WE SCREWED THIS GUY UP...
MUTHAFUCKA, WE RULE THIS WORLD!
DONT TELL, FEEL CONCHIE PANGS BOUT ANYTHANG ???
,,,
KXC PPAWL { { { { { SUSTAIN } } } } }

THE UNKNOWN PASSERBY HAIKU (Accepting hommages)
...

How bad could i be
tap dancing on crap, Ashburner Str.
Stench pungent and gliding
...
Oozing inside my nostrils
with eyes drawn schtraight to her butt
Unknown passerby, she passes by in the night

ancient pentium
attached via ethernet
using ubuntu

How bad could i be
tap dancing on crap, Ashburner Str.
Stench pungent and gliding

Oozing inside my nostrils
with eyes drawn schtraight to her butt
Unknown passerby passes by in the night

koc koc

Six years together
The rest of life is longer
What do we do now?

The scent's creeping into my nostrils
with eye rustled against her butt
Unknown passerby passes by in the night

How bad could I feel
tap dancing on crap, Ashburner Str.
Stench pungent and gliding

You know "Three Dog Night"?
This was a "Three Pill Migraine".
Man, I hate those things.

The American
way of punctuation's dumb.
The Brits have it right.

Gentle breeze blows tree
crud into my drink. It's now
impure ... "natural".

Paid my dues for 3 centuries
ahead, still human jealousy
Rules the pissy world

Tonight's forecast: Dark.
Continued dark for tonight.
Light in the morning.


- inspired by Al Sleet, the "hippie-dippie weatherman"

Noodle bar for lunch
Tofu, ginger, chilli and tomato
On whole wheat noodles

simply be sizes,
fourteen to fucking thirty,
thats really massive

the queen of hearts she,
made some tarts it was a red,
hot lesbo gang bang