rebels have to have
rules often to feel that there's
a cause for their acts

the rules are often
elegant but there's reasons
why some folks rebel

controversy is
a strong disagreement with
something, and it's life

Sex is exquisite
"Fuck" is such an ugly word
To make love is good

"Fuck" is over used
Suspect those who use the word
Have bever made love

(Except do it yourself)

Five Syllables first
The second line is Se7en
Finish with Five more

Haiku made easy
First and third lines are of Five
Line two is Seven

people try to be
cool but miss out on the pleasure
of who they are

the threat is the speech
of an unkempt child mind that
is mad for cookies...

beeatch, get me an oreo
brotha, I'm real ghetto

the world follows scripts
of subculture and the law
of wild baboon man

I tend to think that
if they grow up maybe just
think, "boy that was dumb"

abuse your chidlren
break their soft little fingers
so they cannot type

so proud of you dear
high roads and low rides just dirt
i say love em all

the barn
swimming in a sea
of wind blown leaves

empty baseball field
a robin hops along
the bench

in my medicine cabinet
the winter fly has died
of old age

after the shower
amongst the drenched roses
the bird thrashing in a bath

drunk as a hoot owl
writing letters
by thunderstorm

holding up my purring cat
to the moon
i sigh

no telegram
today
only leaves fell

the tree
looks like dogs
barking to heaven

well here i am
two pm
what day is it

An obvious fact
One that cannot be denied
Haiku has purpose

The night, black as pitch
Suddenly, the sky is bright
Flash! A star has died.

so i add one more
thought, I've grown with loss and am
not so care free now

the words spit out at
a pace the mind works at and
no structure is found

some folks are hyper
i am, and their thoughts go fast
but peace makes great sense

tangential thought blocks
at max acceleration
derail my fast train

rain drops on glass
weave wind furrowed tracks
like sperm to the womb

sat in this bar -
last nights wine
dry on my lips

fussy hairs
cover a spectacled
cock

the star built enough
gases upon gases..til
Kablammy it burst

there's a lot of short
bursts of energy waiting
to come out in words

man, my haikus suck
because these haikus blow me
out of the site here

they trashed the walrus
crtique and blah annoys me
i did understand

water buffalo
sea lions
sitting on a fence

broke soles hopping
over puddles in the street
avoiding wet feet

the orange sky,
smoking crack through the night,
will make it go away

shit demands mine eye
countertop conflagration
burned toast yet again

logorrheal prick
a sesquipedalian
try the o.e.d.

aerial dander
and rancid coriander
in ass crack, gander

just one small kiss is.......
never no can't wont deny
just withering; die

take in this long breath
tainted of poison, i love
mark said; can't give up

i shall crawl strongly
dust and dirt, come grass and rain
I will sow shadows

down familiar
heaviest beats upon heart
the floor is pounding

ridden of faces
walkways and one woman there
she is but dirty

or does passion clean
force the move to make the change
could be just messy

what happens when
we have to clean the mess of
crimes of dumb passion

i wonder if those
who threaten think death will clean
their own lives of filth

a person has to
keep going despite all strong
thoughts to contrary

letting it all out
is a huge fear that i have
i often wonder