as life moves on the
best is what lies ahead some
say, time machine, mind

I'd do anything
to have a rewind button
installed in my life.

I deserve to die:
an eye for an eye. Grace is
better than justice.

I wish that you had
stolen me from him when you
said you wanted to.

I feel like that I
want to be a part of a
large quilt of ideas

if you want to clean
up "clutter" submit your own
no two see alike...

tragedy is a
wake up call but then the dreams
we had assert anew

I think that fung eh
or such things are a poor idol
for the real thing

now what I want is
really simple, to speak here
and so do you, que?

chi is a hucksters
dream, even clutter is a
part of this karma

must purge the clutter
empty surfaces just dream
as mess fucks with chi

Thank God. Finally!
He's leaving. How gret is that!
No more endless crap

in the devisive
most would rather leave and be
at peace with themselves

unrelenting waves
pummel till flailing turtle
floating I watch her

well throwing paint at
a canvas was new back in
the day, but now splat...

to be an artist
you got to be like me, just
write whatever comes

peace of mind is hard
to come by socially so
why bother with humans?

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...