I think some hipsters
lash out with poetry then
commit suicide

failed democracy
blithering idiocy
illiteracy

whatever you think
the future is a secret
only time will tell

I don't want to break
hearts over choices but I
may if I'm not wise

I saw the turkeys
in the field, making noise and
peeking to see if watched

our friends make us or
break us, or both, for it's a
hard life lonliness

absolutely, yes
oh most definitely, yeah
most definitely

pointless escapade
measured in tears never seen
a closet array

an arid crevice
scrotal tangent-- inner thigh
dash this bleeping rash

tilting 'gainst backrest
upon precipice, yikes
visceral reward

head betwixt mine thighs
grievous, gaseous, deride
haberdashery

zero balustrade
no hero, this ass ain't made
defenestrate, mate

some left on the plate
pieces of juice on my face
discard of the bun

we are verring left
nothing has went right today
ohhh..doc can i get.....

Sat on the sofa
Bare legs, anticipation
Just a memory

Steadfast tradition
of group inebriation
the piper plays now

no no no no no
no no no no maybe no
no no no no no`

Under the dense earth
Preserved bones undiscovered
Revealing secrets

the door is open
she urinates in full view
the romance is gone

oh the scenary
drops of words like eggs in pans
yellow to enjoy

in the train station,
a pigeon flies heavy
through the crowd

Every now and then
Hold a beautiful woman
Take your pleasure then

A faraway laugh
Reminds of times long gone
Times remembered

In a fascist state
A Woman's voice sings sweetly
A policeman's wife

Worrior Seville
Who used to beat friends father
Riffle butts in face

Hard to remember
I was young and handsome
then
It's so long ago

Have i regrets though?
"Yes" wasted years on Ego
Should have learned to dance

All the young woman
Who I now hold in my arms
Are out of my reach

sat in a bar
last nights red wine
dry on my lips

no haiku today
haven't got time to write one
maybe tomorrow

morbid, cheap t-shirt
reminder of a past fling
worn today, a skull

dream reality
like death under my nostril
puke under pillow

dull vacuous eyes
psychologically crippled
at home in the void

life's not a joke but
it goes down best with a
bit of shared laughter

the world keeps spinning
no matter tragedy or
triumph, it just goes on

Strong bright metallic
Early Morning Spring Sunshine
Washing out colours

I'm trying to read a
man, henry miller who's thoughts
were sex in writing?

I like this tactful
elegance to a degree
which was hard to see

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