i knew a guy from
canada, who was surprised
to shoot a handgun

your laws don't allow it

marxist canadians
are often too "civilized"
to get anything done

sometimes passion gets
outside the box and wars start
balance of power

and btw type
o negative calls us
lands, VINland...so don't

taunt decendants of
vikings unless it's about
lunchmeat spam

"oh you horrid americans"
"how you don't drink tea
and wear gay powdered hoods"

can you say boot and about
right for chris-sakes?
leonard cohen, i resign

i burn all my writings...
liberals have ruined english

and then go to england
have a bunch of naked irishmen riverdance

the tower of london flat and paint everything green
we can call England

Greenland

ok, then i will raid
yours coasts, burn your villages
and eat your northwest territories

and then pee on Greenland
just for good measure

we can call it Yellowstone

i am oversensitive
what set me off was
the i percieved

"Jesus is dead..." To me
that blew off something
like you were peeing

on St. anne de beaupris
and saying God is dead
in human blood

extreme, but
i take my beliefs very
seriously

if you want to trash
America, or anywhere else
Canada, blah blah blah

perhaps "civility"
is a cover for powerlessness
and self respect...

I am not vain but
i am insecure, and i
see what my eyes see

here all too often,
unforgiving elitists
who are persecuting first

then think they're being
persecuted...

we did this 10 years ago
for christ sakes...what's the danged point of
continuing

as i said before
after the anger clears then
if i were gone, either

you wouldn't care or
gee, maybe the inferior
crotch digging, sheep fucking american had a
point, us knuckledragging
tobacco chewing neandertals of new england and dixie...

fuck haikus, civility all too
often hides a knife, a sword and a reason to kill

we're all hypocrites
child of the world, no matter where
we are from, or why

Are you just so vain?
That your arrogance makes
you
Think i'm Canadian?

Trust me there's "No one"
And I mean "No one" lower
Than Americans

If you don't believe
Ask the rest of the whole
world
Or look at world news

climb a rock first time
there was sticky goo called glue
but now it's clean gone..

black birds
on the grass-
a dog is let of his lead

sometimes my words are
harsh, but once said, they are said
this is truth of life

truth is sometimes I'm
stubborn, some people just don't
care, greed and self rule

truth is you lot got
no backbone sometimes, just the
usual groupthink

I suspect if i am
gone for a year, you may try
to actually understand

what i meant here
most likely, egos are too
prideful here to see otherwise

I know that people
form their cliques but they die and
all that's left is words

when art has meaning
other than the artist's ego
then i shall respect

shall we say though with
some humor and kind passion
haiku is in vain?

oh, we speak of such
desires and dissenting opinions, like the argument
between john cleese and micheal palin, trying to define what an argument is :)

in fact, I could say
you marxist canadians
here could use some faith

you could say that but
those who believe he's alive
say his name in faith

Why bother him?
Died two thousand years ago
Leave the dead in peace

in the name of the
troubled Jesus, one brings fear
not hope or healing

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