he breathes through his mask
and the dark one says to Luke
I am your father

Sun like a hammer
Striking blue sky through green leaves
Waking my senses

Not been here lately
Have been watching the antics
Nothing much to say

dare I to myself
could..should..maybe..let it fly
or not..I don't know

steamy hot summer
hiding inside escaping
the humidity

always the bridesmaid
he sighed disconsolately
and never the bride

the world is wide and
still weaved in a web worn by
all these joined vast souls

Aha! teh lol cats
all ovr teh interwebs
they all mak me l

You know what's funny?
Well no, and neither do I
But it's about pigs

police ring inside
lofty as stride right ago
I sing anyway

you clean up da house
scrubbin' an' a-rubbin' hard
yet the dirt persists

Gardening at night
Something to do as well as
an interesting song

i am old and sad
but you are more pathetic
than either of those

I ignored someone
who got upset about my
wet t-shirt, he left

that tongue in my cheeks
it's such delicious humour
you sweet homophobe

regarding the troll
i know i shouldn't feed it
but it's a cheap thrill

listening to you
i can hear the loose echoes
of your anal tone

hold up the mirror
intimate knowledge of much
that smells lavendar

sweet zabadooey
repetition at its best
predictably so

lingering lowly
underneath a hanging moon
just like testicles

I painted and shot
I labeled it a piece dead
now that's all I got

cold as a blue tree
blurs of thee angel's mothers
a child cries...feet

wiggle wiggle poof
a spell for zabadab-doo
soggy sammiches

the biggest insult
i'm not an american
shows how much you know

incidentally
you seem to know a great deal
about all things gay

haiku-o-matic
better than the hortibot
quieter as well

The US army
Are a bunch of cocksuckers
No doubt about it

Sound of indy cars
really loud in the office
Lazy afternoon

oops a double post
following this single post
but they're all haiku

it's just like old times
with haiku after haiku
and then some haiku

it's just like old times
with haiku after haiku
and then some haiku

industriously
typing as fast as i can
the pages scroll by

productivity
when the product is nothing
possibly isn't

i note your absence
and i just can't get enough
wish there was lots more

peter paul and mary
where have all the haiku gone
long long time ago

i fill up this page
because i know you'll find it
so provocative

flowing easily
a torrent of non haiku
yet in haiku form

it's so effortless
feel free to write nothing too
it's working for me

is there a purpose
totally irrelevant
electrons are cheap

inevitably
i've got nothing else to say
but that won't stop me

what's that you wonder
why does he do such a thing
it's a compulsion

let me hog this page
writing numerous haiku
for no good purpose

here's another one
without anything to say
but taking up space

the breaths between words
the spaces between haiku
don't mean much, really

shutting the fuck up
can be really difficult
like saying something

can i fill this page ?
maybe, but in any case
i can fill my pants

flatulent oboe
a limited repertoire
blowing pointlessly

loud yet lonely noise
can never fill the vacuum
of being unloved

I ordered a beer
an easle, some paint and fine
just for me tonight

whhhoodoo you dooomooo??
that's right like as in..you know
when milkin' the cow

yes, i did thank you
funny these amusing bits
just like other guys