Got a thing for hairy cunts
66 lbs. tension, natural gut
I am doing away the standards

hoes to the left, right
how lucky
to be in Europe tonight

at play in the night
claims she doesn't do small talk
yet bitch stole my seat

Mania Fixation
addiction Fascination
Obsession Passion

guard your goods-
a copycat has gone astray
robbing honesty

Im gonna stand up
And try again
and fall once more :(

Why is a female dog a bad word ???
How do words commit their crime?

The leaf falls
down and down
to the end of nothing

An old pond
a frog jumps in
-the sound of water

happiness plays
its rule in life
count your blessings

whitsunday-
and the wind whispers Mary
for a change

some places are spots
nestled in wild realms and these
be paris of da deer

Paris yesterday
we Tangoed in a small park
Sunshone through the trees

Our dancing Tango
Has become an obsession
Addiction to dance

Cafe people watched
Smiling at our endeavours
Wishing they could join

Paris for the day
Best birthday gift ever had
I love that City

Realy like your work
It gets better every day
Wewll done Elio

laid out views direct
long vibrating waves of sound
timing of this clip

Men are like the bees
women are like pollen
now we have honey

self imposed constraint,
fine for life but not for this -
smash a tin of paint

slow pale sun rise,
terracotta tiles shine -
birds begin to sing

wet path
running dog
disturbs the leaves

Senile happiness
Our bad memories will fade
Age smoothes out the bumps

as we keep going
many a snare leads a soul to
waste in the dust

La Cumparsita
What city you ask. You should
Try and use Google

we say cuss words
but how did they become\
I wonder so

The rain falls
the water puddles
and we slip...

an old pond
a frog jumps in
-the sound of water

a smile remembered
eager bright eyes reflecting
the moment we shared

exoneration
vintage prison toilet wine
intoxication

if we are having
fun doing this then well um
here's the chianti...

Addiction to words
I know where you're coming from
Get my Haiku fix

you know why I came
no one but myself to blame
this haiku is lame

counting syllables
the poet paints a landscape
with words as constraint

hopeless addictions
of dreamers compelled to write
no napkin is safe

ghosts of abbie hoff-
mann and barry goldwater
on firing line, ghost

of mr. William F. Buckley
residing over
the pigasus deal

sat amongst daisys'
white feather clouds,
circle the sun

just too many nights
of being with, to now be
suddenly without

Cinco de Drinko
I piss in your direction
Frenchman double hump

so youtube kero-
uac, given to facial tics
and given sadness

tell me, is it me
or that bubbly that comforts
and unwraps your soul

i can match that thirst
but mine is for human touch
baby gimme some

Word picture painted
Transported, you took me there
with your description

i have caught a glimpse
what my life is to become
in your loneliness

token resistance
to the powers of hell and
puppets march onward...

Cheese is good for heart
But sometimes it makes me fart
Will eat anyway

love's flickering flame
fire overwhelms great passion
only to burn out

but still on our roads
the blue haired lady swerves, she's
just 20 on a cell...

what is innovation
sometimes to see something old
through all new eyes...

ah, don't get too wild
about the future because
the "past" can be too...

back to nature, to
the country, to see that which
once was to right now

lighter than the wind,
conffeti covers the bride -
rose red cherry leaves

electronic rage
silica with metal trace
all deaf with the pulse

gonna tri again
the only heartbeat I feel
from inside and out

with letting go comes
new worlds and old worlds collide
out old in with new

watch the world pass by
eyes meet a set of clear eyes
just a visine ad