my last poem stank
of possible bigotry.
phobic i am not.

Alexander reigned,
in a time before NAMBLA.
Homosexual?

the pickle mocks me,
alone in the jar, it jeers...
ninja cucumber.

beetles in the wind,
like a hail of frozen rain.
insect projectiles.

Oh it is so true
You are not anonymous
Lots of stuff is logged

I guess he

I can think of worse
late for work, still on line pounds
on the keys for luck

kaleidoscopic
strobes lighted in optic nerve
close the eyes to deal

Bulmaca Sozlugu

hail zabadooey
fifteen electrons of fame
till she pulls the plug

went to the doctor
my head hurt, so he x-rayed
he found nothing

the stalker, for real
or on line, seeks in others
that void in the self

the "rules" exist in
zen buddhism as flows for
social riverbeds

I enjoyed all of it

french onion soup call
of the mid morning to brunch
customs r relative

Hangs Slim and curly
Castigated for my dick
You like cheese on top

i feel for the men with peyronies
who are hung like bizarre macaronies
that some rules must be bent
one can only lament
but we're glad that it's theirs, not our ownies

srtrike with glancing blow
done within the sidereal year
it is of iron

Liquid blossom sings.
The vampires scold poverty.
The fortresses wake.

Drive down any road and you

love of familiar
storge', a crawling chaos
what we all know of

there's a sense of this
desire for what we knew
but will never be

welcome back moxie
syntactical travesty
but keep on plugging

just glad to see you
back and let the waves flush full
with visions of flow

(good to see u back)

annoying the masses
lets a mirrors reflection glow
ass in lion's skin

Cartilage exposed
Rhinoplasty forthcoming
Caveat Canis!

Not that I blame you
Some of your verse annoyed some
So why change your name?

last month, lawn I mowed
a bee did fly up my shirt
would ya know? it stung

I play with fire
and get burned with the passion
of thoughtless self-will

baby blues color
softly letting monday die
wild winds calling home

mr nippress's haiku
are thoughtful words and how
I see tact as truth

or perhaps it can be
I'll try to cut down on the
analysis...a bad habit

just think for a moment
that you are in my shoes
and that I am in yours

when I hear "oh that moxie
is flaming again, you damn
writing stinks" I would in

real life want to right hook
that person which is shocking
because the mindset

I see or despise in most
people is their unwillingness
to be brave to ACTUALLLY

SAY what is on their minds

there is a pitfall
when someone is known by their
how others see them

the people in my
real life are absorbed by their
work, is there time for

empathy when you
know that one moment is but
survival as king

Mohamed Ally
To fight Casius Clay
Who do you think wins?


(Non-competitive haiku)

A dull Liquid sky
Now summer has departed
Thoughts turn to autumn

(Non-competitive haiku)

Hi Yoshi that wave
Its awfully big don

The heavens are Blue
But It

Don

Hi Moxie, so what?
It is a long time no see
First Haiku a flame?

measure of distance
general prose used for time
it is the light-year

a lot of people here
express western competitiveness
which is the antithesis
of the spirit of haiku

Two weeks and give up
Can

Life goes in cycles
Sometimes get it sometimes not
Can

get naked sweaty
preform a writhing lap dance
costs extra to touch

dance with this love child
disciplined mind and street rat
arabesque, hitch kick

A dance we once shared
Now only a memory
Of a better time

far too much dancing
not enough jiggy jiggy
makes for dull haiku

Choreography
Keeps us on balance in life
That

Dancing Bachata
Contour hugging sexy moves
Good to be a man
*
Three lovely women
Clair, Patricia, and Lorna
I guess I

I am very bored
But that is my docile way
It is not my fault

hole in the heavens
unknown and yet more unkown
taken seriously