Ode to our friend John
whos mother just passed away
have another beer

the one line haiku

nothing is finer
than a lovely vagina
hope we can meet soon

vagina is good!
though chubby pussy is best
but any will do

foul stench? no well aged
you have finally found that
cheese, lost long ago

hairless or bushy
as lovely as a flower
vagina is good

drunken haikuist
went to the tatooist, now
haiku is tatoo

Gently I remove
finger from bellybutton
what is that foul stench?

guess she's not so weird
i psychologically
prepare for phone call

life really sucks hard
alternatives suck too, though
bang head on wall now.

bubblegum movies
so they have no point who cares
perfect for two blondes

haiku-limerick
tradition can suck my dick
rising sun stiff mick

not reliable
your love does not pass muster
but so effective

love scorched my feathers
alone again I worry
ohh to fly again

sorry we missed you
we are back from Toronto
call us again soon

DSN is hard
to work with in a haiku
syllable hogging!

it's cool as a moose
eating a watermellon
on a rainy day

Another change has
Caused the site to crash and burn
I need DSN

the grass is greener
but gardener is meaner
loose goose gets the blame

yes paxil was good
but serezone was better
erections like stone

The scent of sawdust
and dandelion paint, a
fresh, sharpened pencil.

The rainbow halo
around a lit wick, candle
wax on naked skin.

I'm round like the moon,
but I don't see monsters now.
Mixed blessing: Paxil.

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