What could you do "Now"?
What will you do tomorrow?
No one can stop you!

My question is still
What will you do with your life?
Use it? Or waste it?

Genetics dear boy
No one in my family
Ever reached eighty

A sick family
Rather stupid arguments
From stupid people

people arguing
it's just like a family
this site is all win

in the end though on
line we seek to provoke a
reaction sometimes

Art is suffering
Smearing cum on kittens cuz
There are no tissues

I would accse
others of being the culture
police, what is art?

it's easier to
blame others, but critics and
so on aside...watch

oh brother who art
thou he said and got tired
of other folks crossed

not mine to bear

too many to read....
my pastor called us the sheep
I thought it funny

a rectum spectrum
prismatic lubrication
shine upon mine ass

rats in the walls, i
feel a pest near by, in their
own holes sneaking by

aye, but we also
would do better with souffle
and sweeter brandy

inner elbow bruised
soul manifest in maroon
yeast infection, rise!

the words said in a
chatroom, are social junk as
a flood of verbage

sewage of many
average accounts of who
spoke to who somewhere

the thing is, that the
mind clouds with the old rage of
animals and the

haiku is a tool to
try and focus the mind off that
animal part of self

horrid host mirror
wavering grass, cold shimmer
circulated fear

more like, i bend down
point at my posterior
and ask you to kiss it

reznor, moribund
cobain, tasted a shotgun
bs: embrace me?

there is only like
from me resentment at some
strange asshole I don't know

of course I don't
write haiku when I'm mad, I'm
mad, get used to me

you might enjoy it
think, vogons, shut the hell up
and enjoy the ride

there are no winners
when the writing turns to net
argument and speech

i'm not sure if trent
reznor would like the impersonation
touche mon a mis

we forget as grown
men and women to have fun
all too often, and

act like snobs, and don't
create but rather are the
stuffed elite on stands

humility vine
tapestry of shit, 'tis mine
victor amorphous

critics are assholes
who are angered by a sense
of pathetic, aesthetic

in the end though, you
take the joy out of creation
so go sit on it

i care what you think
however, i should not for
think win win, do you

understand win win???

Memo to William
Regarding average lifespan
Why not reach eighty?

if you were to take
your own life Lush, would i care
or would i not care

i would want you to
now because you insult me
but if I really

knew you, then I would
not, it is a truth those who
know not a person

they tend to be cold
view the world with such ruthless hate
and well, good bye, snap

pen in one hand, deep
balls in other, seek sheep
holy moses, weep

the tug of war of
human ego, one feels fit
one way, and then one

he feels another
they go to war, over words and
raise swords over ideas

a pit doth define
morbid, bat shit... divine
a finger jointed

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