Bite me, realy hard,
You know you want to do it,
Shut up, you are gay

This is a haiku,
It is terribly bad, ow.
My foot really hurts.

I want to kill you,
Silently in the darkness,
Slice and dice...death comes.

If you were dead, what
Would you do for a living?
I would smoke your mom

Ouch, my foot, ow
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow
My, foot, ow, ouch

The world an oyster,
Go inside to find life,
Crush it to kill them.

Pop, goes the weasel
You would to if you were gay
No, not realy

You are ugly so,
Die,die,die,die,die,die,die,
LOL, shut up

social lubricates
these boozy nights await chill
factors in july

last of melting snow
click in way tight then shred bra
big air oh my back

phat cool rad etc etc
i guess it's all in youth to
rebel with no cause

why bother to try
and explain human nature
it's proud, and just watch

it's hard to see old
tora tora tora films
we've turned japanese

Lemon Yellow sun
Fighting for its proper place
winter must give way

One can only ask
Why post someone else's name?
Homage or insult?

bad haiku turns worse
non-phat free verse makes lips purse
basho in reverse

cook that word salad
my smart art smells like a fart
get my dressing down

the young man abstaines
from putting his pen to page -
now your work is done

shackles of critique,
cut my wrist so deep - blood drips
on to white paper

everybody's moon
holds a candle over
the river dee, sophie waits

hip hop outta here
what you might think is free verse
is rabbit droppings

the more someone writes
"free verse" the more I want to write
haikus in protest

the natural world
an inspiration to some
a bore to others

As we rush through life
The things that matter to
us
Takes time and sorrow

no dirt, debris or
desolation, will ever change my station

the dotted kites hang
ripped and ravaged by the
breath of chasing men

solace sought
from some sort
of height

the new day's sun
pours into
my pores

a frothy roof
sea life
swims

murder ballads
fill the room
empty cupboards watch

Cycles in my life
Recall periods of pain
Again and again

Haiku's worth reading?
Came back and what do you know
Some really good ones!

harder than you think
a skill that comes with practice
like learning to drum

I have counted it
it didn't score the right points
form I find is good

crazy colored toes
amongst a pile of shells
they dance for the sand

a river echoes
from beneath the grid - crying
to a full moon night

the lord stretches back
covering his ocean bed
with a grey blanket

spring has sprung windy
in her mood swings, blowing air
that damn spring cleaning

the lord stretches back
covering the ocean bed
with his grey blanket

rain drops weave in wind
furrowed tracks across the glass,
like sperm to the womb

a silent wind strokes
imaginary ripples
over blue water

The snow falls graciously now
yesterday the rain poured
inside the cat is laughing

a spell triptic
interesting and new to me
sweet noise anyway

since when has "chicken"
had the book definition:
a young male homo?????

old woman on porch
diacritical powers
harmonies with wind

as we put away
the soap box, I leave for you
good sake, drink

ego is the judas
of the writer's world, take off
you need to let folks

be themselves, THEN
they will follow the idea
of 5-7-5 out of respect
not resentment

remember how the pharisees
followed the laws to the letter
according to the Gospels but
Jesus believed in a way less exacting which people's wills
were directed to that way

think of it that way and you
might have your haikus as you desire, God bless you

which was a private
joy for me once, limited
in scope but, ego

they all have their views
but take the fun out of the
work of writing, sigh

one tries to write lays
about vampires, and yet
another, old boston