danced, cried, laughed and died
fire burnes mah-jongg's tiles
message left in soot

looked her in the eye
said "you mean nothing to me"
swells of sweepy stride

damn this wine tastes
it sucks more than anything
down good and bloody

not just dealing with
death.. but giving it a long
hard, sloppy-word kiss

whoa hey it's like a
koala bear crapped a rainbow
in my brain..

sincere incidence
cut out paradox moment
to REM sleep

simply connected
waves water onto the shore
by one's first idea

shotgun house and tell
in relational grammar
as a prig primate

the news sheets contain
the melody of the show of spin
the drama of the

media obcessed
world which history flashes
images of horror

and protest, psychopath
indifferent to the self
babbling on and on

about nothing, we
see nothing on the news on
reminded of words

the cycle of time
repeats itself till time comes
to an end itself

which is an empty
skull in a catacomb in
the killing fields of

Cambodia, or on
a slab in an icy tomb
or dust in a test

tube, once human, done
recycled, pickled, morbid
bits of human stuff

what do you tell your
children when they ask why the
sky is blue, the truth?

Ok lets try this
Max your wonderful, handsome
You

call it what you will
we never said it was art
but at least we tried

reversion of tide
a counter-change makes fortune
deep roots, wrong side out

dull titillation
pillow burning flannel flames
in twilight nightmares

divination by
curious illustration
salt, nails, winds and dreams

at those secret games
played at skull and bones some guess
gossip, write books for

Barnes and Nobles folks looking for
ghosts and aliens and you've
your own madman ;)

i don't recall much
rain and rain and the heavy casket
acid in my throat

I know, I know, I
got my own flaws big time, but
there's something to be

said about rising
up above it all, or more thoughts
sometimes art is fun

even if it isn't art
we can have fun educated
out of us or, as

bruce lee put it
a teacher is a guide to
more things like such...

my poetry isn't that good
that's how I feel reading
your stuff when I am at peace

indeed pure perturbation
and lack of education
leads to more times

of mutual masturbation
what a sensation
they said down at the station

I like to watch turkeys
and see them goof around
over birdseed and bread

I like fairly cheap American and Canadian beers, and I like to have peace of mind

don't u?

I wonder if the ash
is a hole or from the tree
it's human behavior

there is no logic, no
reason, only emotional blockades
I shall storm your beaches
and liberate your french...

wine? when those who stifle their style voice concern about others

they and i fight on and on
and the call order to put down the words...

Gethsemanie, I wonder if
we can leave websites at
the Cross, what would you

all leave at the Cross
and what would happen to
you if you did?

life was meant to enjoy
sadly some people don't get this fact
and continue to provoke

with nothing in front of
them, they are nothing, always will be nothing

till they grow out of the cavern in Socrates parable
and see the sun for the first time

the voices are sometimes
best learned in silence which is
why so many in spots

say nothing to the swine
they live with in everyday life
because swine trample pearls

aggresion and war
gore on the knives of those
who resented saying

"we were just protecting outselves"
cambodia and kent state
the killing fields of auschwitz

bones in the face, can
you hide from the negative
with new age ideas and talk

about second comings when
right here, right now is the place
where we all live and wish

and dream

drugged out poets
hanging out in droves, selfish
eternally damned, self glorifying
and most of all, pathetic

a kind answer sometimes
turns away anger, I wonder if
you understand this fact

so we break the forms
because all these words we speak
here form the passive

illusion of what is right
and what is wrong but
the leaves still fall and

the sun still burns, and
the rain still comes, people die
people are born and still

phaisees and sadduces will
always be, until whatever nation they represent goes up in eternal flame, this life is too short to give a shit

repetitive conformity
and criticism is not
and never will be art

perseveration ?
and clang association ?
more medication !

Max May meditate
But because bemused by bad
Using words starting with the same letter does not make Haiku any more than this one!
For gods sake put some content in!

This one is not by Max although you may have thought so. The clue is its not boring and it doesn

spring sprung sproing sprang sprouts
fully, foilage, flacidly
birds shit on car door

because i could do
i got to three gigahertz
i am such a nerd

Oh, another day
just the smell of pink flowers
and without the gray

new fresh voices say
things older ought say but got
caught in the old grooves

we get old and get
caught up in who we have turned
into, but can change

it's ok, I am more
a solitary than a
social, shrugs...all teams

Second Amendment
Neither stupid nor dated
Read your history

I just scroll past mox
Tis all so very dreary
Kudos to rookies

endorphine baby
oh how much I missed your kiss
fuck yes more more please

so much still passed
in the haze of tobacco
in word and deed, thought

trying to pass the
time of the job, the bar, the
country, in tarred clouds

wash rinse and repeat
past reminds me of the street
play to stay alive

submission to the
moods of the times leads to loss
of memory of the

past trends til they
replay them on MTV
backstreet time rehash

profound voids are deep
scent of dawn is vastly dreamed
give sight to progress

someday that great wall
will fall, as walls always
do..and you'll find yours

rest in the color
blue green and all the others
til the sun comes up

shush the uglies head
poison water I must drink
and cast out of here

silence of oral
quiets childish treble
calms spoiled moment

choice of ornament
beautiful over lay on rich
mad prose in wrong place

lick submit to dust
kisses fall from grace's storm
leeks that can't be helped

whilst drumming passes
time occupies the kettle
from skins to the tea

his ligation chokes
like paying dead court to feed
breathe on the recoil

well what can you do?
alcoholism evils
it took my man's soul

blame it all on me
you're doing this..all your fault
his vicodin's gone

this is a BAD haiku
and a crappy poopy rant
god damn the mouse trap

only yesterday
with just rose coloured glasses
the world looked endless

time is running out
soon it will be tomorrow
and reading glasses