Bikesters on parade
sunflower sized sunglasses
Portlandia blooms

what side shall show you
to see sly smile and bright eyes
know my sword is yours

imagination
completely captured held fast
moment lost too soon

Oh such borring tripe
Skipped through most not bothering
I'll leave it awhile

eyes spin in my head
too much rum and chocolate
and, thus, life is good!

your mom is a ho
i fuck her hard in your bed
she sucks dick real good

yahh im bored so i went on here
ur mama is gettin aggravatin now
i used her up

your haiku suck dick
i think you should get a job
i like chocolate milk

tangled mess of limbs
next novelty position
kiss me snuggle slut

several haikus
later, after years of words
only some are bad

girl with miniskirt
don't frown at my advances!
give me some lovin'

figurative couch
my demons flip through TV
my soul reads nice book

well my mind's a blank
i can't think of things to say
as this haiku shows

Pintando en verano
Luz y calor en el pincel
Busco paisaje

my frigid digits
wintering in indigo
gangrenous sev'rance

astride a mount
lumbering toward apex
springs forth forest fire

reflex, genuflect
beneath pedal an insect
squashed head, thorax

worldwide domicile
allegiance up my anus
uber alien

absent some critique
poesy rapes horizon
her eyes on... mine shaft

with poseurs galore
and deja vu persistent
tabula rasa

"Whereof one can't speak, thereof one must be silent"
Wittgenstein so rules!

martini night lush
sweet sound of shaker echoes
tiki bar open

many prying eyes
considering self censor
when life now points here

manufactured day
love flows as a river yet
spotlight on romance

Land so green and lush
filled with gleeful entities.
--Saw it on TV.

porcene cheese burger
a greased disc break with soft pads
no runaway lane

was quite the tussle
nearly broke fair city's will
can't quit you LA

no twas not emo
strong drink stout lads more strong drink
and constitution

i bounced a baby
on my lap and my brain split
open like a seed

Senator McCain
was known as 'Punk McNasty'
in his high school days

So tradition is
Oligarchy of the dead
Like America?

Consanguinity
Nothing to worry about
Wife and I asked mom

convergence, the goth
club meeting thing? I wish I
was but, I'm right here

convergence tonight
base desires whimsy mayhem
question is you in?

I want to believe
that writing is an act of
fun, not competing

the whole concept of
style is just that, style, taste, the
focus, personal

where is everyone
from, how do we live our words
and place how we speak?

stand not in judgment
a known flagellant du jour
strike me mon amour

gluttonous reflux
esophageal shadow
gastric failure

a vision of hurl
toppling toward puddled vomit
most important meal

hail america
'tis a failed plurocracy
oligarchy rules

a vortex of shite
natr'l disasters abound
mourn hillbilly death

mighty lexicon
thesaurus superfluous
regurgitation

recommendation:
review poesy du Lush.
nothing faux B Fo.

carnivorous lust
hitting meat Thursdays a must
good chance I might bust

i love pie

No one knows for sure
The depths of my true despair
As my migraine reigns

young romance cut hard
harsh production schedule
some quality time

There's nothing lush
about a faker calling out
other fakers.

bright eyes search my soul
licensed to lift or cast down
I am not afraid