restaurant at noon
somebody sneezes nearby
snot on my sandwich

I wonder if some
folks on here as they write hit
themselves in the head

with their poetry...
bad syllable...BAD BAD!
I hate my syllable...AHHHH...cry

whiskey transfusion
wild flower feels one with world
pressed close whispering

aborted fetus
you are unloved, unwanted
a death mcnugget

That one made me laugh.
There should be more humorous
poetry on here.

I wonder what a
vogon haiku would sound like
floomph melodrumpries

Desire for all things
A woman a car a boat
A power syndrome

breath of fire's flight
stomache out, coals kiss remains
the dragon has fucked

turn down the ringing
that you have rung in my ears
shit..I'm not barkin'!!!

it refused to say
what I wanted it to mean
bad!!bad!! BAD!! haiku

last but not least love
some say this and it means crap
you first babe..you said

is it time for bed
my head aches my tummy turns
cause: sleepaway camp

mad about my flu
but i can only manage
one flaring nostril

rusty balls again
better find some lubricant
i am iron man

the sex is not quite
the end in itself but the
ends to a means, love

animal feelings
are comingled with the big brain
and out comes the crunk

committed to filth
she excretes upon my chest
i have found true love

committed to filth
she excretes upon my chest
i have found true love

having read Ash's
Sorry to lower the tone
With my "Base" last one

Man worships woman
For her femininity
Sensuality

Not just for her looks
"For the giving of herself"
In body and mind

call me converted
let me kneel at your altar
and eat your body

I thought that sex was
a form of worship, at least
in symbolic ways.

love's a paradox
the sacred and the profane
less worship, more sex

don't constrict yourself
big women must be cherished
let it all hang out

Strained movements, torture
girdle, I sold out to my
superficial fears.

well what one hopes for
in unity with the soul
mate is the end to this...

frus...tra..tion...

wanna be alex
delarges, would love to run
a clockwork lemon

the feelings of passion
are universal and shared
on some level by all

and why do you think
I mention henry miller
each time I see this...stuff

i'll come to your room
we can listen to sad songs
we'll cry and make love

I never think to
leave my room unless someone
else offers reasons.

two times two is five
and that is why i am not
working at NASA

the wind gets bored too
the job at hand, comes easy
throws the leaf for fun

want some hate in you
know a hard core gay biker
who likes to grunge fuck

today i awoke
to find myself waiting for
yet another day

there's no hate in me
i am a warm, loving man
and i make you laugh

I'd wait forever
before choosing to settle
for someone hateful.

I can empathize
with sexual frustration,
but that's not the point.

formerly for dates
on family trees and stuff
also known as SPLAT

the volume is stuck
on the organ that I have
story of my life

i insert my yin
in your soft, velvety yang
sweat drips off my balls

she's a christian
ok, she might teach you
something...

what I want is a bit
of silence from the society
that gossips so I
don't have to hear it
a slimy death grease
bearing talons claws of words
forgotten when gone
enemies focus on others
playing the same games

perfect purity
will be defiled by my touch
some women like that

I reject darkness
without "fearing" it. Perfect
love casts out all fear.

Write your address here
I will send you the money
Pychiatric help

What a way to win
the heart of one who wishes
to be pure and good!

fear not the dark side
out of the blackest soil grow
the prettiest plants

I am no corpse now,
animated by the true
source of all that lives.

Perhaps you have to
nearly be a corpse to stop
the live decaying