artists as a lot
often are as most trying to
prove themselves to others

hello stranger, I
don't want to know you, or see
you, or deal with you

he threw the sign down
as an easy target throws
back the sign once back

also, sometimes there grace
but grace is sometimes abused
for the sake of sake

we all suck at life
at times, so retreat into
impersonation

we can't live without
kurt, for he saw it as it
was, dresden and all...

Altered states of mind
Infinite number of planes
Edges start to blur

An ode to him
His name was Kurt Vonnegut
Can we live without?

i suck at life and
that is why i'm here to write
my stupid haikus

perhaps with a bit
of silence, perhaps all is
noise, transformed, divine

do you understand
that "they" told paul to shut up
and he kept preaching?

some minds are very
hyperactive, it shows through
their speech and manners

so sustain yourselves?
in protest or vanity?
or something more worthy?

some made art by the
gluing of fur to a tea
cup, what was that then?

some discover their
voice when they discover their
audience, and speak

have you noticed my
anger? of course, patent flaw
we all have them, then

does it take courage
or unwavering stupidity
to keep fighting on

perhaps you all need
to learn a new language and
need to hear with new ears

is this not an age
of video news, right there
at your door, madness?

what is worth the
audience, impatient and
down right f-ing spoiled

I've often noted
that people have a hard time
seeing their own flaws

Please stop your haikus
Self-indulgent gibberish
Pastiche of knowledge

there is no demand
for schizophrenic magpies
seek help and move on

that does it, then eh
pizzas for everyone, just
you wait, (u'll know it's me)

for william...

look in the mirror
there's your enemy now look
outside the window

there's your subject matter

william nippress
sounds as a wine making place
is your shiraz good?

or shall you press me
and make my blood flow
with thine feet taste thy dirt

this is overkill
it's said to say sour grapes
by some and move on

audiences you know
come and go as do poets
shovels dig and bury

maybe I am heaping
dirt on some corpses
who's time has come

sometimes it's trash
sometimes innovation
sometimes observation

I can't remember
the lines I desired to
set in the middle

sometimes the fighting
spurs brainstorms but Katrina
drowned new orleans...

in a hall of those
said mirrors images distort
I can't tell syllable...

shapes formless and
lovecraftian, madness
ah yeah right...

caveman on a car insurance
commercial

I guess lush means the
guy who sits at the bar and
asks for free drinks, huh?

folks fight because they
like heroin and the booze
are addictions, fold...

so I am and you
are enemies of self, once
that war is won then...

speaking, the foes of
someone else are idiots
who's worst foe is self

sit in a room and
have no one about, no folks
just you and a book

we need audience
hecklers, fans, and writers
are a bad audience

sodomy is a
way of also tearing ass...
but not my sticking...

the black soul is just
weak, republican conv. batch
smashing lib'rals...

when you die and have
nothing more to say who cares
they bury you down

all is left is scribbles

I can't write Haikus
I'm like an empty vessel
Need a Nemesis

mine horrid posture
serves purpose none, erasure
blackened soul escape

'pon keyboard collapsed
smashed, a tortured synapse, eh...
bottled idiocy

submersed bathosphere
beneath the worst, tongue most shear
testicular schmear

follicles failing
developing monk's tonsure
emboldened whilst bald

novel asshole torn
thrice from several directions
no one digs bs.

I am wounded but
I know this is no excuse
but to get back up

how many times has
the world ended in the past
only to keep going

some Bible code stuff
more late great planet earth stuff
end of the world stuff...

wiser voices at
times prevail but Saul is still
doomed to consult death

no flagellation
don't try to please everyone
just laugh at yourself

Oh my mighty flask
O'er the waves of grain
please ease my pain

the eyes turn glassy
my ears hear nothing but wind
it's death by lecture