do you really think
that by putting people down
it improves their writing

or are you trying
to intimidate me so i stop
and go away

and leave it to worthless
snobs like yourself

within viscera
without epidermal, duh
real time, some haiku

Show of cyber hands.
Who find bs redundant,
self aggrandizing?

line up, take a seat
hold your number, everyone
has their time on stage

how to get rid of
critics, chapter one, ignore
chapter 2...shotgun

chapter 3...careers
in fast food after "Time" and
chapter 4...VH1

reality tv shows

a bovine feces
cast alone, with a keyboard
thumb in ass, we're bored

flaccid voice persists
finding fault throating piss
b then s, taste ass

perhaps d. wallace
chose a course you might decry
'tis yet a poet

bs and douche smack
how darest invoke david
piggy back ass hole

Please don't think me crude.
My heart outlet aches for a
love plug to fill it.

4:15?

Someone asked John Cage
Whatever you think of death?
He said, "I can't wait"

A daily mantra
This is a good day to die
Says you value life

the last words of the
samurai often took these
haiku poems for...

life was short, and they
could die any day, and this is
how i feel right now

Thirty thousand days
That would be about eighty
Don't think I'll make that

Life is really short
But it's not so much the time
What you do with it!

The answer is here
You ask me how long is life?
thirty thousand days

I just got the bug
man, and I can't stop but for
a moment, dead roses

cleaning in the wrath
of solitude but all is
well, even if hell

that's a hard call and
a decent question, I hope
something good for man

This is your "Lone" life
How long's your allotted span?
What'll you do with it?

not much to be said
for a brutal usa
except turn the page...

shout out to BO

the doom generation
was the fashion till real doom
came, and went seven seals...deal

down on clinton beach
she remembered her internship
what does is mean?

Masking tape, handcuffs
Petroleum jelly and
2 adult diapers

I had a talk with
someone today about the
people we meet here

on line, aspects, fragments and
what do we all miss
when real life lags down

well, today is just
another day, and the life
is like a box of

bit from forest gump
silly movie, but it had
a point...all can do

Get your robe back here
you...me...maybe some flashcards
let's swear it again

I've no hate for the
NASCAR thing but it does not
interest me but...

keep in mind moonshine
ran the hills in those times and
this is it's appeal?

shout out to Ricky Craven

I am surprised that
I've not heard spark plugs or
break pads or windshields

on the topic of rim jobs...

when I hear that I
think I am in a garage
getting my car fixed

some people are like
puzzles still putting pieces
in to see themselves

we are fragments in
short haikus bearing hints of
the whole persona

With this sun lamp I
can make midnight feel like noon
and stay up all night.

The sreaming silence
Overwhelms my fragile
State of emotions

It sends me into
An unknown world full of
Thoughts of chaos

I tell u billy
it's all that gosh darn disney
i was so poisoned

Small fragments of life
Played out here on this website
All interesting

So much is missing!
What drove them to be like this?
"That's the real story"

haiku oh haiku
there is nothing quite like you
and rhyming couplets

I'm glad to see that
really..see the day ..or night
confess it all now

some days are nightmares
sounds escape from unmarred throat
into thin cold air

how can fragile skulls
of narrow circumference
contain so much rage?

then again, suicide
is painless, and is very
tempting when the best

thing on television
is paris hilton wearing
her best frenemy

people play the game
I want to burn the game so
people will not play

most people speak in
"innuendo" hinting at...
whatever... I'll say it

I like cheese, i like
life, I like it when I feel that
I have some control

usually we can see
mental illnesses, yours and
mine play themselves out

on line

to be honest I
tend to think it's the same person
writing dif. haikus

Indian incense,
watercolor brushes, and
walkman batteries

noisy projector
squinty-eyed clint eastwood stares
audience held hostage

like i said the bored
and the restless once hitched then
all will be quite well

Love is snail's anus
Opening up for my tongue
Farting in my face

this sort of thing just
grows old and the thought of love
is stronger than that

not an obsession
a respect aN ADMIRATION
his words are divine