"You're mysterious,"
he said, trying to open
me with his kind eyes.

Earplugs shut them out.
Television and traffic
can't disturb me now.

Mother accuses
that I'm always too withdrawn
when I'm overwhelmed.

is it bad haiku
or, increasingly funny
ironic haiku?

What are you doing?
Need a good woman to cure you?
I'll straighten you out

just an empty hole
with not much depth to speak of
a living donut

Ya. He's gay alright
What are you doing later?
Want to come home with me?

Hi Vince, your gay right!
You ever held a woman
Or are you just talk

the space compromised
her warm flesh close to my flesh
i do what i want

A Salsa party
For the wealthy upper class
Some posh totty there!

Same night

Another party
We got applause for tango
Tango's my passion

Your creative mind
Monster or gift from the Gods?
A constant wrestle?

Wrestling with life
Boredom, creative minds
A heady mixture

Usually its
More frustration than boredom
"They don't understand"

Accept their dull minds
lack of insight is normal
Seek some new outlets

Your music and song
It is your gift to others
You reach them. Touch them!

When you sing to them
They are able to listen
Understanding!

Sing a song for "Them"
Make then fall in love with you
The rest will follow

"Boredom isn't for
creative sorts," she tells me.
She thinks I'm lying.

Let's see if I can
Use equal numbers of words
in each of these lines.

Insomnia is
instantaneously cured
with valerian.

bury him in snow
performance art called "chill blaine"
that'd be so cool

I sure feel like hell
Maybe it's something I ate
or something I drank

Market crashes down
Capitalism dead now?
I will miss the whores

Here we are again
We can't do this forever
Jeez what is that Smell!?

Awe? Perhaps, but how
do I convert it into
something more useful?

Art is like breathing.
Music flows inside and out,
bridging the two worlds.

Finding a boyfriend
Socialising through singing
Men may be in Awe!

fans buy the tickets
they are here for the music
your friends? there, backstage

Played on stage. Got fans
instead of friends. Great applause
for social failure.

Wishing for new friends,
I got lost between "Nice song,"
and "Thanks. What's your name?"

Open mic, still shy,
not a virgin to music,
just new locations.

dude, i'll shower you
with irony like urine
on a brand new pledge

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Visit this site, please.
Bad haiku? Judge for yourself.
At least it

Visit this site, please.
Bad haiku? Judge for yourself.
At least it

houdini done it
and there we go, what did him
in, a sucker punch...

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