Sensing the Rapture
I'm singing, crying, shouting
"Loud Loud Loud Loud" --- peace

I alone in me
am solitary yet free
I am free to be

Roger Waters said
In a most peculiar way
"Come Back Happy"----Buzzzed

Earth And I are ONE,
And together we evolve
but at diff'rent rates

Mezmerizing Moon
Pulling my Heart to--and through
Pounds Out my Sorrow

Shane wears these sweaters
and people say, "Nice sweater,"
but they don't mean it

Why am I thinking
of dishcloths, and why are they
always checked or plaid?

the St. Bernard tongue
starting at the base of the
vagina, wet slurp strait
upward, leaving the clitorus
quivering, at it's passing
like an arrow stuck in a tree

Soft warm tongue, gently
teasing the edges of my
breath, burrow wormlike

through the wound of your
redemption: an opening
designed to hold you.

Stab me with the knife
of lust, commit me to this
repeated murder.

A flightless bird-girl
she plummets, offering her
body to the earth.

My desperation
multiplies itself. My need
scares off the needed.

The hand that you count
these poems is your next love
get used to it bub!

bitter, bitter, i
am... sleep deprived, sex deprived
need to love again

haiku rejected
by one of my closest friends
dont care anymore...

Lo! the Big Day nears
A farewell to youth, Janis
Embrace this milestone

let the games begin !
and before it's all over
you can kiss my rings....

between arguments
despite volatility
we love each other

a "feel good oldie"?
jose feliciano
reading braille i guess

hallucinogens
psychotic ideation
colours and trismus

"Hee haw club?" Where you
eat "this thing" every week? sounds
damn bizarre to me

Spitermonkey. He
is a grumpy old man. That's
why I love him so.

its just wrong to call
take a letter maria
a "feel good oldie"

wrapped tight in my sheet
safe from swarming cockroaches
but needing a drink

tequila haiku
linger on to embarrass
need archive cleaner

Lofty, pungent stench
Eyes burn, stomach turns, gagging
Who took off their shoes?

A door closes. The
weight of sunlight compresses
the breath in my chest.

Fadette, my pet rat,
is a hairless beauty, soft
with lovely pink skin.

On the internet,
you, too, can become a slim,
green-eyed young vixen.

Your suggestions are
Soon to be implemented
A work in progress

A good search engine
Is currently being made
To make it all good

Or how about dates?
Drop-down windows by the 1st
of every month...

A drop-down window
Could solve problem by "jumping"
by the 500s...

Older system was
Quicker to go far back in
Archive database

Older system was
Quicker to go far back in
Archive database
We need a !

Miss that mile-long scroll
Much faster search older poems
Bring some compromise!

A drivers permit
beer and wings and a few friends
and a weird space bag.

What will tonight bring
maybe our waitress will know
or perhaps Neil Young.

she grows lovelier
every time I gaze at her
one more beer should do

An ode to Joe, my
precious scout, killed by a zerg
drone. poor little probe

To John! In biding
his time, he finds strength to build
a Sea Colony.

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