I'm not sure what to
think of soundbites of stock picks
mad money, jim

cramer down my throat
push button sound effects, wall
street blues, novice buys

while I am back as
I am now, I am glad to
write you haiku for

I have grown tired
of shock, rebellion and just
being a pure white nit

the voices of the
present shine over the scars
the rust shined away

Sitting in a cave,
bored on a lost rainy day,
that's Zabadooey.

Nothing to offer,
buys happiness by the gram,
sad Zabadooey.

Feeling a bit flushed?
Just another worthless turd,
bye, Zabadooey.

float for a moment
like bouyant turd on water
till janis flushes

yes, I used to be
react, lash, fight, scavenge, gnaw
but like gollum my

precious, if I do
not let go of my "Ring" then
the lava thus I fall

nice tastee fishzzz
yess my precious, mmm, yesss, tastes
swallowed by mount doom

it returns to vomit
self regurgitated slop
it satisfies him

feeding trolls to the
reactions of our hopes
they will end their games

the bored like to re
peat the same empty gestures
till they are buried

beneathe a stone, their
deaths ending their life time of
habits inflicted

purl unto thine ear
a transplendent refraction
beast bated whisper

read this ye devils
it's not the greatest haiku
but it's a tribute

scholar's paradox
painted into a corner
looking around

ze wango, ze tan-
go, must say I think of meat
kielbasa, when hear

the voice of the Nug
scream from detroit about
sex and guitars and

egos banging guns
and bad reality shows with
egos banging words

awesome god haiku
uk, very human spirit
outdid my attempt

we are caught in a
political middle here
in my u-s feel

I am not sure who
represents who or for what
in this my era

the two parties in
within, why not three but still
weimar fires burned

to pearl harbors and
speculated meets of men
who must shape futures

and I miss the x
the files of aliens seem so
tame compared to now

we conserve, to try
and preserve, using old ways
for new foes or new

thoughts on the old ways
will gibson, u saw this thing
babylon and she's

a beast riding on\
an ocean of ips, habits
distilled econos

and sheltered dreamers
from libertarian to
company strong holds

holding the rope for
the tug of war till this sprawl
is not only in

city form here, but yet
spirit and social, to see
Commies replaced

with wal marts and long
laments by guys who miss bill
clinton to complain

about starr wars, the
good OJ days, like trials and
the spirit of logs

good cheer as words are
here flickering forever
marking the past for

all time till the stone
in Daniel comes down to strike
the statue of clay feet

japan rearming
itself awakens old fears
of bataan/midway...

Sitting in a cave,
bored on a lost rainy day,
a caveman doodles.

Just mere amusement
for his mate and his children,
he makes up a tale.

Centuries sever
all his throw-away stories
from marks on the wall.

Sitting in a room,
searching for truth and meaning,
a scientist thinks.

Some logic dictates,

African rhythm
I

blowing and then gone
the sound you hear is just wind
sort of like a fart

Warm in December
Haven't yet put the snow tires
Onto the auto

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."