let your feelings out
to complete strangers; that is
bad haiku for you

if not insight on
my being, haiku does give
me an outlet... ha ,'/

argh... am I trying
to be something im not? screw
it all. what am i?

Jennifer I said,
"comparing is odious."
lovely illusions

what's my problem? can't
i relate? my looks? what gives?
not sociopath!!!!!!!!!!

ash i must relent
it works this five seven five!
leaves begin to fall

our society
male violence glorified
testosterone rules

if i repeat "ash"
countless times and even more
ringing in ears stops
Muahahahaha!

the mountain rises
endlessly before us all
ash counts step by step

Ash calls my haiku
too bad to be bad haiku
happy? sad? I type on

do not worry if
bad haikuist cannot count
assholes suck ass hair

it looks like ice-cream
and it tastes like ice-cream
but no Ash says shit

ok ok we did not
know that even bad haiku
must kiss ass suck rules

too true, too true! five
i think they just guess! seven
meaningful, though. five

read the title dudes
unless it's 5 7 5
it's bad something else

unaccountably
the current crop of poets
cannot hold a count

the rain keeps falling
even in dreams
the skull leaks badly

imaginary metal baseball bats
launch skateboards
into orbit

middle of the night
skateboarders on baker street
clatter clatter clatter

Baboons are interesting
coming,
or going

we would touch you
through and through
us bad haiku people

here in Nelson
our tiny imperfect mayor
kills cypress trees at will

to love and mean it
beyond words
fathomless unknown

He would not touch me.
He left me trembling, begging,
offering myself.

Nine and twenty-one:
landmark years for cypress trees.
graveyard green, a loss.

Hello begins in
Hell. There is no good in bye.
Do not wave to me.

Joe, your promises
are icing. Sugar roses
hiding ruined cake.

Overused language:
I love. What if I mean it?
What words exist, then?

Your smile hurts me more
than honesty. You don't feel.
My words are useless.

Cold metal around
the wrists, naked flesh touching
naked flesh, trembling.

You're lazy, says Ken.
Now, help me lift this, and please
get out of my way.

Priscilla looks down.
No solution. Nothing goes.
The cards do not match.

a... a.... a..... haiku !
poetry pours from within
bless you for this site

hypomania
verbose as a thesaurus
subtle as nosebleeds

I'm big in Japan
I'm sold out in Singapore
Y'all come on backstage

the cornflakes crackled
mom was scraping charcoal toast
Dad ran over Spot

art art art art art art art
yes but is it
fondling?

FONDLE FONDLE FON-
DLE FONDLE FONDLE FONDLE
Yes, but is it art?

the subtle art of
conversation; i suck at
it. I NEED CULTURE!

the worst
vice
is advice

these small things
this letting go
may feed a lifetime

one brief hour
of fullnes and freedom
of madness and joy

driving free loving free
courting distruction
with taunts

sigh... shes on. do i
have the confidence? or will
i stay up all night?

geez. i have a real
problem with hitting enter
on 3 stanza verse

tick, tock, tick, tock, tick
anxiety builds as i
sit and wait and wait

sleepless night last night
mind filled with thoughts of a girl.
now i wait for her

soon she will get on
aim... I'll ask her...then the voices will stop...

fury
the final
fig leaf

Singapore Sling
jaunty ironic
retro beverage

broken links
cyber coral
fishy fishy fishy

Everything
is personal
to a person