it's really simple
a haiku is a haiku
or else it isn't

mindless socialists
declaring political
correctness of verse

I think one can take
themselves too seriously
and miss out on points

I think haiku should
be the way we all speak like
a game on who's line

in desperation
will it matter if one plays
by pharisee rules?

the discord of style
often meets strict guide lines
play long enough, break them

sometimes they rely
on a clockwork orange to
get what the want, ciao

search function: broken
old haiku: cannot be found
database mangled?

syllable filter
would be great for those of us
who sometimes can't count

"Where did the cheese go"
Said the venerable Gene Ween
Reply? "I don't know"

Perhaps what we need
Is a syllable filter
That rejects free verse

what part of "haiku"
don't you mutherfuckers get?
the "hai" or the "ku"

styles are very well
tastes develop as one gets
used to some new style

I'm trying to get
my life in order so I
can live it better

I'll have my brains, fried
scrambled, with a side of diss
order, chaos, and

perhaps some home fries too

one asked the other
did you the day come up
Yawn~ and stiff peaks too

life inside or out
makes no difference unless
you see it as good

gross tick but don't remove
it's presence has redemption
just doing it's job

anyhow, good bye
for now, I expect the um
usual critique

or threats to what
I love from shallow rapper
wanna bes I literally

want to find and hurt
and hear them say "oop oop
what u do that for brotha
i is just joking..."

makes you wanna burn
a cross somewhere doesn't it out of sheer frustration
but that's the wrong course of action fo' sure

when a routine is
threatened by addicts they lash
out blind at us all

we all have routines
habits, dances, drugs, faiths, works
they are familiar

cs lewis to the greek word
storge, from the four loves
I think 575 posse sounds

pretty dumb but,
I suppose

willy is a dance
man, I don't know the art but
I am curious

rappers fight with words
and when you dis each other
that's like a rapper

so naturally 50 cent knockoffs follow in your wake

will, lush, janis, zaba...
and so on, through the years we
see you grow and change...

amen

I have had a lot
of bad shit happen in life
and idiots show

up during the bad
times and just attack, I want
to hurt them first like

the rapper guy on the 29th there, sorry about the
not fitting into the format

guys, my life is not
a game, and Jesus's name
casts your pride
out little gangsta

in the name of Jesus
you cannot glock Him
you cannot mock him

you say peace out
make the gangsta moves
he takes the reminder

you reap what you sow
nigga, amen

this internet has
a filter of evil, I know
it invades real life

everyone thinks theirs
is the best work, but we all
are part of a whole

there's a lot to be
said about routine, a lot
to be said about

i am so wiped out
crashing like rolling breakers
my heavy eyelids

Here we go again
Fancies himself a rapper
Fills the space with crap

unreasonable turd
defies every single flush
floating mystery

first day of a dream,
turns in to the black of night,
walking home with pride

street lamps linger
the prom
waits

Pleasures of the flesh.
Taking a bath with Girlfriend
Warm soft sensual

Pleasures of the flesh.
Takinf a bath with Girlfriend
Warm soft sensual

Everybody needs!
If we are to write our best
Our own nemesis

A while ago, Lush
was defending himself! So
Did my attack work?

vortex of morons
swirling vectors, blank neurons
vexatious, i'm gone

a course in horror
horrid blood coarsing floorward
slice veins parallel

Phil and elio
bite pillows routinely, yo
and suffocate, bro

elio of ass
christ, you squander space with shite
try amputation

i
like
cheese

Fallen sick on a journey,
In dreams I run wildly
Over a withered moor

the dickhead below
does not understand language
ignore the bastard

this
is
stupid

a litter of complexities
the lonely
dog walker

cold
on the rink
a cactus

navigation wharf
her beauty lies inside
the boats are calling

pebbles mingle
colywn bay bathes in
warm welsh rain

my cat purs
underground
cradled by the soil