playful autumn wind
hushed amongst calm cherry trees
crimson confetti

david fucking blaine
why don't you hang by your neck ?
that's entertainment

soft warm current melts
but hard glacial ice remains
adrift and interned

i wonder if silence
would be golden here or
I should keep going

some thing are all new
a world of risks and the sort
resistance, old

sacrifice of blood
for alters and firesides
time devours all

born isn't it so
here I am; here I remain
imaginary

true love harmony
is sweet and seemly to die
eternal female

fierce indignation
only the nocturnal love
can restore her faith

female horse, the mare
she journies into the night
her beauty evil

a truck on the road
rain, head lights and a small deer
and he just stands there

the vernacular
of the elite is mown down
by death like us all

well, pass the sour
chianti, and I will sit
back myself, relax

a lonely candle
two moths dance above the flames
sound of crackling wings

i buy and sell you
people everyday while i
sip my chianti

I see that you are
And you're still so arrogant
Amazing really

the public schooled with
their peasant vernacular
it's such a pity

Lovely laughing eyes
Corners of you're mouth turned up
Softly kiss your lips

SF "Your Ego" !!!!
You still sitting in judgment?
Cast out your mote first

it's allright young man
now you can be free because
you've admitted it

retarded boy in
remedial english dreams
of haiku greatness

this is the hard work
assertation of the earth
one that digs trenches

it feels just like that
rock like a rock, earth like earth
water, warm and wet

so it all depends
the house needs painted
on where you may live

Syphilus in tale
venerial contagion
the sun god was mad

silly blue monster
sang "C" "C" "C" is for me
and crumbs went flying

you have just reached it
significant to your life
and so you now choose...

denote the written
precedence of behavior
order of the court

what ever if not
then more than one but alot
all together now

sit back and enjoy
the show, it adds up to one
big tao of a time

I've dumped my boyfriend
I wanted babies, he not!
She said so sweetly

I'd like that says I
Like to have babies with you
"Well we could practise"

She just laughed out loud
She got the joke then kissed me
God I fancy her

Awake to the dawn
Condensation on window
obscuring my view

Stark outlines appear
Mist covers the muted hills
Colours returning

Sun warming my skin
Been so long since we've seen you
And summers over

Five, seven and five?
I wish I studied counting
better in school

(see - even this one doesn't add up)

Snow swirls about me,
driven by relentless winds
I continue towards home

sometimes you arrive
to a place of fruition
completely alone

shame pillars galore
spurious claims, semaphore
scattershot, then gore

autumnal despair
inverted vortex beware
evisceration

rising blemishes
sing in epidermal braille,
"Seek some Clearisil!"

try some poetry
"bad" or otherwise, shite's sake
preceding feeble

sentence fulfilling
syllabic requirements
is not haiku

is this it? she asks
great joy, like grief, is silent
for the first time, bliss

You should know SF!
This page is your physiatrist
Go play with yourself

does group therapy
for the socially inept
have to take place here?

passionate exchange.
apparently wondering
if they are both males

Your masterbation
I give you this ecstasy
"So glad you're turned on"

Needing adventure,
I might find my own trouble
just to stay awake.

Masturbating quite
profusely to those poems,
I still feel alone.

judgment with warning
hedonist come puritan
vice is spice of life

it is about healing
for the sickness is that false
sense of something else