procrastination
at all levels, in my life
means I still sit here

writing like the net
was young and rebellious
but generations... eh

Something Dangerous
Haunting

once upon a time
i was ahead of myself
well, often really

another year gone
seems like only yesterday
it was yesterday

WORST HOMOPHONES EVER.
morose Saturday
never known a sadder day
yo! where's 'at herd, eh?

the noise boys often
keep going, wonder why he
himself does it, life

lock up the children
they let him out for christmas
but only briefly

too long no haiku
though i have nothing to say
there now i've said it

Bulmaca Sozlugu

vacation's over
I must now go back to work
will be difficult

rush rush rush, I don't
see the wise men with I pods
or wal mart cards, but

somehow gold, myrrh, etc
these things were enough for that
legend King of Kings

On Alban Arthan
llauen vi bri Y Plant D

Holding you so close
Rapturous Tango music
Connected we dance
*
Dare I look at you?
One flash of your eyes, I

birthday to you
happy birthday sweet jesus
happy birthday to

A warm rush of hug
poetic friends, lives, turns come
this is mine to you

Seek a fresh belief
Grant the rest of us relief
Ancient is Christ's grief

Moronic masses
Stuporific jackasses
Only a Monday

Odorous abcess
Ordinate and abscissa
Ordinary ass.

Last passionate dance
Old historic high street Eaton
Christmas eve Tango

Why fall so in love?
This woman does not love me
I feel so alone
-
Contorted feelings
Emotional tug of war
Trying to make sense

cross pollination
electron spores in ether
intoxicating

the evolution
goes from childish to civil
games grow old as we

Startlingly complex
An Arachnids frozen snare
Translucent purl string

Hate walking the dog
Painful finger aching cold
Stager back home late

Gorgeous as ever
Returned from Cambodia
Lorna

first there's genesis
then parthenogenesis
spirit of christmas ?

Virgin birth, spread truth,
crucified and rose again.
Jesus Christ condensed.

I've also learned that
the more people think I hear
them, then they hear me

Dee Plee Fab wrote me
Singing and playing guitar
Have fun, sing your song!

The more you listen
The more you learn to listen
Not just with your ears

the moods come and pass
like bullish and bearish stock
markets, their cattle

on the Street leading
to a frenzy like fish or
chickens, eating not

feed but urges to
buy, sell, make money reduced
to a "horomone"

melancholia
not a terminal illness
but we're all mortal

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