a turn for the worse
what goes around comes around
it's blain yet again

a42ec
is my memory going ?
it's 2-2-2-6

such depth is wasted
as i carve my shallow craft
on the haiku sea

It's hard now, keeping
externals flexed, defensive.
I flow lovingly

Like golden honey,
Sinuous, sweet and sticky;
Bubbles rise and pop

and set free meanings.
I, liquifying amber,
Beam - burnished, golden.

Walls crumble, shadows
Flicker, and whipering ghosts
Exhale their last. Breathe.

Breathe passion. Breathe peace.
Sing your soul's song, story-like,
And weave your own wyrd.

Shallot's dark lady
Has fled her darkened tower.
The mirror? Uncracked.

A cassawary,
cornered, can disembowel
with one sharp foot claw

Forget spiders, snakes...
Keep cassawaries far from
Camper van corners.

just wanted to say
eat some food and be joyful
Happy Thanksgiving

coprophagia
that's a bit hard to swallow
once bitten twice shy

Coprophagia:
recycling innovation
keeps the sewers clean.

get with the movement
snapping off a sharp haiku
show us your fibre

by all means let go
if it makes you feel better
your form of release

coprophilia
dark poetic passages
deep colonic love

Love for a brown turd
Life

Turd fascination
A new sickness to deal with
Make you feel better?

Food go in my mouth.
Fart come out the rear below.
Turdie gotta go.

See the water rush.
See the mighty waterfall.
Down it now I go.

Little bird in tree
dropping do-do down on me.
Happy, happy day.

Me flush toilet now.
Turdie, bye-bye. Go away!
Turdie heaven time.

Haikus make me sick,
Make me want to pick my nose,
Eat those buggers quick.

His head in a spin,
dangling above the sidewalk.
What

all fall in line now
the fall brings many wonders
oh my fucking god

Fredo Corleone
Has issues with his father
And loves donkey porn

Thumb wrestling with
Your mom I snuck a look up
Her old skirt and lost

My grandfather got
So drunk one Christmas that we
All thought he was dead

Satan an I went
Fishing. He got drunk, lost pole
Cried out "Jesus Christ!!"

ho ho hollywood
long time no see great master
bitch slap those haiku

when i disco dance
i sweat like a fat elvis
i grimace and point

i point at the sky
"you fat-assed motherfucker!"
this is my me-time

a long trail of ash
pyroclastic poetry
just dust on the web

The world seeks just this
To deny man is nature
Harsh Judgment indeed

the nature of man
has a beauty inside still
calling for loving

Full of hate and spite
Wonder how many pages
Talk of killing, death

In a holy book,
fossilized hatred lingers.
Man dare not evolve.

Life can beat you down
But only if you let it
Fight back don

It's now five AM
Time to go down to best buy
to buy me a wii

ash is a lot like
a brother from another
muther, oh you know

The spider-monkey,
tiger-lily and cow-boy.
Genetics gone mad.

I will play this hand
until water breaks the dam
bad.. best hand so far

cast down to new life
by bumps in the road forced to
turn around and change

paths, scratches from the
bumps, and branches and stones and
things encountered once

haiku is easy
just three lines: five seven five
dosen't need to rhyme

children do depend
fragile lives to become strong
this is "the long run"

Sun Sea and roaming
Is that you Fabulousa?
Going down under?
*
if it is, good by for the 5th

you notice how your
own relatives remain stuck
cause it's easier

to die unhappy than
to change an unhappy
life denied new growth?

sometimes i wonder
where do all those ants come from
and then i kill them

may I take u there
your eyes I've always obeyed
every inch king

oh unfettered one
where in the world will you go
after the leaves fall

I, on a jet plane,
am leaving - going where sun
and me shine brightly.

Travelling freely;
emotional composting;
shit makes love and growth

Rain Rain and more Rain
Who

Using verbatim
a haiku generator
May look good, but dull

Autumn bites hatred.
Flustering, old lakes flutter.
Blackly, duets play.

Dancing all weekend
Tango ball and Vals lesson
New partner Heather