We all need a break
A lucky one would be nice
Just for change though

sad as a shovel
working at the frozen ground
on a cold dead day

i cut myself up
like an overweight goth girl
checking for feeling

halfway through the meal
i announce we are all doomed
there's no use trying

cute fluffly sqirrel
preferred to do the backstroke
to keep his nuts dry

local sex shop sign
a discete rear entrance
back up behind shop

if I could tell u
I thought you were so nifty
I would by Haiku

oh my cockatrice
i digest u chewing cud
your glance is deadly

I am sure if I
felt the way others did that
i'd be as they are

Half asian Drea'
Will not let me drive her car
When I

Help sick people with
Food so they will feel better
Rocket ship monkey

If snow were big rocks

Snowball fights would be deadly

And shovels would break

Sign on health centre:
"Family Planning Clinic -
please use back entrance."

makes her curious
then she swears him a liar
thinking she may want

a stroke of the pen
master of situation
carrying with hand

Wait for ages then
Just like waiting for a bus
Three all come at once
&
One by one they ask
Am I going to Oxford?
And would I take them?
&
Hotel Salsa ball
The City of Gleaming Spires
Old sandstone buildings
&
Sue cute and petit
Patricia cute, petit, French
Lina Columbian
&
Don

Trawling fish eagle
Gliding close to the surface
Skimming at high speed

Love and down under
Dee Plee Fab I knew it was you
Your style of Haiku
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Billabongs tucker
Cassowary

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

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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.