I've never been much
for following any rules
except for my own.

If it bothers you,
I can fit tradition, but
it's not as much fun.

Limits are more like
inspirations than rigid
barriers for me.

I agree Haiku
Not Poems broken in lines
But some times you just

Gota express your
self, you know what I mean
Though better than thinking!

george carlin is gone
and I hate the fact he's gone
no more of his jokes

poems divided
into lines of the right length
aren't really haiku

She played herself a
lullaby, but the focus
of fingering her

instrument kept her
from falling asleep. It was
like sex, distracting

from its purpose with
the physicality of
its form. The feel of

fingers on metal
and wood kept her too conscious
to fall into the

auditory shapes
that moved like a mandala
as she closed her eyes.

Is losing the spark
of language, concretion that
connects thoughts to sound

a simple step that
inches so carefully that
we feel no motion

but an absence at
stopping, or is expression
transfigured, growing

into something more
delicate and harder to
capture? Once I had

words like colors or
subtle impressions, changing
like notes of music,

fast enough to sketch
my feelings mid-flight. Now I
have only the wings.

I lost my language
when I lost the bravery
to fail fearlessly.

Creativity
led to punishment, so I
shied away from both.

What doesn't kill me
never makes me stronger. It
just hurts more next time.

Insecurity
prevents expressive freedom.
Don't criticize me.

I stop drawing when
the price is greater than the
pleasure of doing.

You roll your eyes and
criticize the fact that I
am so sensitive.

The situation
implodes and I withdraw. You
are just not worth it.

haiku warrior
I challenge you to battle
I'll be the victor

Nutty castrati
Look, regina dentata
It's just a cigar!

So furry and brown
A beaver with sharper teeth
Chew chew chewbaca!

A careworn merkin
Insert obscure reference here
Keeps the lice at bay

Fecal fingerprints
undigested evidence
Well, what's for dessert?

I give a shit too
silent bears shit in the woods
everybody poops

what i really saw
was an odalisque in brown
thought it too arcane

toilet paper smudge
a Rorschach Test in two-ply
saw a vagina

So you "have a cow"
Where you going to keep it?
You and cow not same?

Existence of cow
allows cowboys to bind them,
No cow, no cowboy.

Spontaneous flow
Brown cows utter fluid hymns,
Milk, cream, butter, ghee.

Unbeknownst to most
observation determines
Drop in the ocean

An old sewage pond
Then a frog goes and jumps in,
my kids have three eyes!

Galactogogues in droves
Seek sweet succor in the teat,
Follow the milky way!

Lumpy proletarians
Invalid validictatorians
Eat of me, allyall.

A brown cow chews cud.
Grass locks on target sunlight
My mother this earth

Lime green limosine (sp?)
Big kids ride in the long car.
Are you not amazed!

When I write a poem
I write what I know is true
Hint at the sublime.

She's feeding the birds
Cacao covered carob nubs
seagulls go caw, caw!

Big bad naugahyde
Indulgent pleather pleasures
A man of the cloth.

A renaissance fair
Puffy skirts and pirate shirts
B.O. Aroma

New age vortex maps
magic's in an open mind
Give me your money.

Magnificent words
Like tintinabulation
tell me nothing new

pontification
abstract amelioration
join raider nation!

Workers in cubes move
like creatures trapped in cages,
scanning the exit.

Nothing to do but
play music all day, happy
not to have a job.

remain drunk always
surefire hangover cure
wisdom palace waits

bandwagon painters
you've expressed your abstractions
try representin'

Hard to be a man
Erectile dysfunction!
Hey, I'm a softy!

Fweep sound from a hole
an orifice oracle.
Maybe you will offend!

A warm summer's day.
What, six dollars a gallon?
Damn this SUV!

Solitary hair,
disgusted by the hair-do.
Turns gray in protest.

i like bad haikus
they make it easy to suck
the readers suck too

i eat chocolate
probably everyday
now I'm blubbery

Scary Japanese
turned me off of porn for good.
Wouldn't she explode?

Does anyone know
how to how to play this new sitar,
because it looks hard.

I was wandering
while the world kept on changing,
and now I am lost.

Cat looks intently
Ookla ookla ookla glop
Hairball hits carpet

my head hurts badly
liquor flowed like a river
advil is no help

Christine's Moon

Sweet is the moonlight
Under which we fall in love
As she passes by

Remember love too
Is fleeting casting only
Shadows on our face

To capture love is
As if raking for the moon
But yet we all try

Apologies to DPF

you can live and die
in your own head, quietly,
an apparition

hard drinks blurry night
hangover now hunts me down
amateurs think twice