Poor little fuckwad
Merrily replacing it
I give you a poem

saw geminides
glowing in the atmosphere
ksenija counting them

Writ to me, visions
Sydney

The deserts silence
Empty wild desolate tracts
Looking for Christine
&
Your words and pictures
Moved me in ways forgotten
So glad you saw it
&
A still part of you
Remains where you have passed by
Forever alive

henna-red sand dune
my footprints disappearing
in dry warm sand wind

Someone I know is
a Germanistik student
Wenkhammer his name

I hear you whisper my name
from the barren regions through the wind leaves.

Having a problem
Submission happened but twice
I

The music beckons
Weaves its spell on two dancers
Eyes meet and we smile

Hands touch, igniting
as palms explore our bodies
Our arms enfolding

Heart beats against heart
We sway, limbs move rhythmically
I lead, you follow

Our souls are open
Briefly shared emotions
Remembered passion

Slowly dance as one
The dance of passion, love, death
Our joys, our sorrow

The whole world retreats
Like lovers we both dissolve
Only we exist

The music beckons
Weaves its spell on two dancers
Eyes meet and we smile

Hands touch, igniting
as palms explore our bodies
Our arms enfolding

Heart beats against heart
We sway, limbs move rhythmically
I lead, you follow

Our souls are open
Briefly shared emotions
Remembered passion

Slowly dance as one
The dance of passion, love, death
Our joys, our sorrow

The whole world retreats
Like lovers we both dissolve
Only we exist

Wild cranes mate for life
When one dies, mate pines away
Human sentiment?

Coughing, running nose
Feeling so miserable
It must be man flu

Too many females
Not in love I

I

Jack Frost came nipping
At my nose, I turned around
And knocked him out cold

old mother hubbard....
And then another line here
And another here

Sorry buddy, you
Have to actually try to
Write in haiku form

Drugs are good for you
Please don't listen to the man
Safer than autos

Its not for myself
Definitive argument
How to help others

Listened to myself
Questioned myself, set my goals
Strived to understand

Those that just exist
Help those with some potential
Wake up their spirit

Show what

Westward the wagons
She's gotta feed the monkey
Fuck it, let's go bowl

this is gay
but so is Uraugay
May I be Wrong?
Jeeez I need new Thongs

Shannon has crushed me
Once thought a soulmate to me
Truth comes and destroys faith

like an animal
thoughts tend to move muscles
i guess more or less
*
by the way i heard
israelis had no bomb.
they have, haven't they?

bring back emotions
ratio is withdrawing
i reach for my cock

All we can feel is
the texture of our own thought

'the far reaching plan sanctioned ideology grow your own garden'

they're the big questions
why bother to agonise
when you can just be

rationalisation
intellectuallisation
thinking things over

listen to yourself
you don't need explanations
you do need to feel

Search hard as I may
Definitive argument
Just out of my reach

Are our emotions?
Dependent on surroundings
Or on conditions?

Is our upbringing?
A major contributor
To our happiness

All of a sudden,
Bad Haiku doesn't seem like...
A bad idea.

"Don't hate the playa,"
Said the pimp, with a big smile,
"Instead, hate the game."

Are not all Haikus
Supposed to be Japanese?
Cherry Blossoms

big smart nature boy
he makes world a better place
arnold nows how to

so much potential
too much damage oh so sad
time for an upgrade

Scrotal agony!
Wearing Playtex underpants
"lifts and separates".

a sinking feeling
das boot's on the other foot
president conan

while stevie wonders
how blind is america
watch it fade to black

exploring nostrils
and producing blue angels
much more creative

soldiers keep waring
sleepers better stop sleeping
we won't be for long

interesting show
Battlestar Galatica
we are self absorbed

Overcrowded World?
Population management:
usefulness of war.

the hardest lesson ?
knowing that you know it all
then telling someone

quixotic humour
chaotic tilting indeed
with lean times ahead

Brilliant film Das Boot
Connect with the men
Pointlessness of war

Ok,

you agree with me:
wasting energy is fun!
iraqui windmills

satisfy myself
at least we've learned our lesson
you still drink black milk

Someone I know is
A friggin crossword genius
According to him

Laughter underneath
Germans surface triumphant
I'm watching Das Boot

Dreams saunter away
Into the long autumn night
In deep harmomy.

Had a tickle fight
With Saint Nick and he won cuz
I pee'd in my pants

As this Christmas nears
One job you don't want to have:
The eggnog tester.