pretty little thing
who freckle in the sunlight
what else can you do?

explosive neurons
a line of zoloft inhaled
to the happy place

It sometimes fools us
Understanding subtleties!
Can also mislead

Easily unnerved
by subtleties, I still feel
strong and creative.

The relentless noise
of cars and voices pounds on
splitting through my thoughts.

Tuning out the world,
I can look inward to find
my own music there.

earphones on, i watch
your tongue wagging on and on
an archaic flag

I sit at the keyboard
Listening to D' Agostino
Plays Mano Blanca

I write "Thank you Janis"
And. "Big thank you to snail"
Brrr Its cold outside

in the sense of the
word one could say we live with
what we do deal with

All I wanted was
a sense of connection, but
I messed it all up.

Has my friend been banned
for something I requested?
It doesn't seem fair.

line's already long
and she pulls out her coupons
oh god, kill me now

no person can eat
fifty eggs in one hour
but paul newman could

I also think that
Janis has made something quite
significant right here

kindness is like the
element of water, it
washes away stone

Click the link someday
if you want to chat online.
You can find me there.

You make assumptions
about my style. Being nice
is not pathetic.

In front of my house
2-inch long hornets patrol;
Call the Orkin Man!

Out behind my house
lurks a horde of mosquitoes
small, buzzing horrors

ask her on a date
or visit a singles site
don't be pathetic

You're an Arse sf
Anything that annoys you
It had to be good

do we really need
more ani difranco types
in the music biz?

recording starts it
promoting is the hard slog
Where do you perform?

Not recorded yet,
but a new acquaintance has
his own studio.

I was told peace of
mind was willed by myself and
not by others...hmm

fear can also cloud
vision for the fear can cause
ice in the spirit

love is food for thought
for it can be true but does
cloud vision as well

I am overwhelmed
by the good haiku, is that bad?
no, it's about time

speeding motorists
motes of dust fly in their wake
death shadows the chase

in work: reality
and in reality: truth
this is why i'm lost

where do you perform?
I would like to hear your songs
Is that possible?

such little requests
a hug? is that all you want?
Fall into my arms

Rest awhile your safe
I'll keep the world away from you
I'll comfort your soul

Touch is too intense.
Eye contact is invasive.
One hug would save me.

Sensitivity
does not decrease with new pain.
It accumulates.

Is there safety in
going out to perform the
secret songs I write?

Seduced by her eyes
i took her into my arms
Swaying to music

I longed to kiss her
Her deep longing, begging me
To rip her clothes off

Lovemaking can wait
I turned ardour into dance
Dancing with passion

That's your safety zone
You need the opposite
Vulnerability

You need exposure
That way you build inner strenght
You must balence life

For some strange reason,
I repeatedly select
friends my parents' age.

Elderly stoners
always keep a touch of their
old rebelliousness.

They all remember
when melodic folk music
was still popular.

This time I played for
a bunch of old ex-hippies.
They always love me.

recite pick-up line:
"wanna collide my hadron?"
expect mace on face

pseudo mystical
eastern philosophizing
call now for details

artistically
intellectualizing
competitiveness

death is in the air
degeneration of soul
smile at the reaper

the stench of sweat of
the stench of work of the stench
of doing for not enough

the people are led
by leaders who themselves might
just have some questions

do we hope for the
end of the world to end one's
own pain of this life?

I feel walled in by
the news world ideals of spend
fear, eat and thus pray

now it's good haiku
on a "bad" haiku site and
I am thus, useless