Artistic, but fat,
intensely creative, but
torture to look at.

the city limits
our capabilities
thwarting dialogue

the automobile
destroying the public space
democracy dies

two girly bunnies
always humping each other
are they doing E?

rabbit gazes through me
unnerving this look she has
ancient yet patient

iridescent duck
beautiful and unknowing
swiming through oil slick

sing with me machines
we here in this hot basement
are aluminum

my buzz wearing off
i hug my robot butler
'sir please' he buzzes

put down for the count
merely seeking perfection
with my correction

set the records straight :
i am no haiku nazi
blame the japanese

i love it! i do!
my profile is a mass of
haiku!! i am free!!

i am inspired
haiku is me, and i it
telescope to soul

The moment has passed;
The wind still blows, rain still falls
Hell still reigns O'er earth

"Squirming Like a Toad"
I adjust apprehensive
to the new Haiku

Far too hot today.
My moodring changes colors
Without my finger.

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