the grass grows taller
symbollically underground
empiricism

hep hep and hooray!
after 10 long years of shit
finally a breakthrough!

wish i was a boy
but then i wouldn't be me
and then I'de be gay

i can feel the blow
of the shepard's staff and will
need asprin quite soon

what if something sucks
but someone likes it (plan 9)
and can't look away...

submit disbelief
many are gone from this world
life keeps charging...on...

it is a steer art
resting upon king power
with a shepard's hook

bad is this haiku
no one will read my haiku
because it all stinks

by jove i think he's
got it, gee willikers odd's
gods, five seven five

I'd like to stop but
Bukowski said he could not
this is a sickness

I feel better when
I am kind and don't react
like I lose something

haiku is not that
easy, distilled message to
make a simple point

I'm just as lax for
words but something just comes out
better here to think

it's a fact of life
somehow it all exists in
your mind, happiness

No worries my friend
For I know not what i speak
Spatula of Death

in words perhaps both
feelings and reason alone
are handicapped too...

solid in the towers
of ivory but after vatican II
even that world changed

John XXIII

Curmudgeonliness
discombobulated and
Inconsequential

beasts in a cafe
on display, espresso deals
alien creatures sit

when the urge comes to
intimidate and smite who can
contain the damned id?

the night of the long
knives cost the lives of hitler's
foes their opinions

it was just this once
whence a feeling overcomes
a big I'm sorry :(

And with that i wish
you a hearty "fuck you too"
Smite with all my might

the search remains futile
the question remains the same
the dance stays inside
the heart's odor undetected
strings become short winded
asphyxiating with blood like water
as the grave closes over
valleys of the shadow
pay debt to mother's nature
she then stares from beyond
the master's bus station

what the fuck is wrong
with all you goddamned poets
one stanza only

I feel i want a
soul to have a guiding light
to know she's not in

this world alone but she
knows I accept her as she is
all are Devo

I do see myself
tempted to jump, voices say
give up...but I can't

some other voice says
outside the chatter of man
you must wait and stay

to second guess this
life of mine and I can't yours
so much social noise

some retreat to be
forgotten to heal, to see
and repent of noise

I feel I want to
die sometimes because I am
haunted, uncleansed but

the work must be done
and more within than without
others have their own

the resentment of
childish outbursts, to seek friends
from enemies? self

interest has to
play a part on their behalf
otherwise, no go

so we slow down to
see what we are doing to
self and others, to see

the blue sky at last
the clear moon, the whole silly
simple things missed out

the glory of this art
creation, so cheesy but
expressed and vital

faster when u fall
hauntings, majestic ruins
careful of wishes

if she lived I'm sure
the twixt of two candle wicks
would factor this time

a naked janis joplin
is posted on my wall
I wish she lived

she lived too quickly
she died too soon, through choices
made on a quick whim

there are a lot of
good poets on here and my
aesthetic is shall

we say, a bit too
well, hypo-critical and
too self centered, too...

who are these rude girls
these maidens who hold our hearts
to mould as if clay

I am terrified
by the changes being made
in my own life, and

terrified by what
might happen, to just learn to
live in "now" is new

it's in a name but
in a face too, the sides of
the human spirit

jeckyll and hyde call
the angel and devil on
human shoulders says

turn these stones to bread
or don't do that thing that we
cannot live by bread alone

(went over 575 again)

(and William Nipress is CIVIL, not gay)

Read your submission
Thought it boring and childish
Written in my name
*
Tried to insult me?
Please feel free to try again
You did not succeed

up to the heavens
on a life stairway we climb
and down and up and

award of excellence
for my science fair kindie
i'm so very proud

up and down the stairs
the stairs I go up and down
my up and down life

up and down she goes
and in her hand she holds this.
damn dirty mind boys

Moldy flowers rest
Chickenshit endocrine mess
I am bored to death

why is the sky blue
well son, the light from the sun
bounces off air parts

and reflects the blue
tints back at our eyes from the
sun itself, thus QED........

I wonder what its like
to be Amish and live in that
self contained world there

I have no doubt that
These therapeutic Ramblings
Which we skip over
*
Are doing him good
Boring as hell going nowhere
Do we read them

flame me till i roast
hose down my tormented soul
the world stays the same

cockroaches are strong
keys in their little bodies
wonder of their souls

DId u count that on~5
your fingers Or did you take~7
off your shoes and count~5
;)

this ache is too strong
melody is my affair
nothing else except

like real perception
the viewer's eye is his own
and it's his/her truth