The fuzzy blue hat
makes his eyes look like water.
They seep into me.

I shall be saved by
a mystical horned creature...
A NARWHAL!! FUCK YEAH!!!!

love is a smoke screen
time and reality blows
so it dissipates

I know, i can be
a big curmudgeon and I
know to get over...

monkey see one get
mad, monkeys oop and ah and
throw shit like always

can 1,000,000 monkeys
write haiku or has it been
shit all this time?

human animal
a true clockwork orange these
days, all machine run

momentary lapse
log in; quickly log back out.
no time for bullshit

and then she woke up
there was so much work to do
she sighed and giggled

little jane was mad
her daydreams of power grew
it made her laugh so

you wanna censor??
oh yeah I see how you play!!
fine then..back at you...


*^POOF^*

I really don't care
age is making me a bitch
love comes to an end

what is to come of
"I am in love," and she danced
rain began to pour

people like to blame
others for their sins, the rape was
blamed by the rapist

hypocrisy of man
tact is lies, liars use tact
it's all a game

see we say the same
things, over and over not
resolved, outcast, then

polite words, mindless
chatter about guidelines and
taboos, well fuck them...

if I say fuck you
well fuck you and go from there
if I am alive

then good...I am not
dead, most people are too slow
or selfish to care

these chatrooms and boards
are cruel strangers who speal dumb
and ill of those who

just might need help
but
why expect the average
moron to do but just

judge and say you brought
it on yourself, stop whining
then one of your loved

ones died, they said the
same to him or her, and then
you know how it feels

knowledge is pain

when a stranger takes
their own lives, is does it feel
good it wasn't yours

didn't realize
that my hands were cold before
until you gave yours

Disillusionment
Comes when our dream's not yet met
You may have to wait

Horizons Beyond
They all call of the freedom
The're calling to me

Oh, what do you see
behind the blues of this sea
beyond boughs of trees?

Disillusionment
Intensely, Curiously
Groping for answers

Do you have facebook?
search out those you wish to find
Reality sucks

Sorry to hear that
Sometimes Life is so unfair
You're in a bad place

Change what you can change
Come to terms with what can't change
Find new ways to cope

Unlucky in Love
Nobody changes their mind
Here comes the bad part

Tomorrow it's pain
Followed by tears, self-loathing
and masturbation

Tuesday it's Madrid
Then to Casavieja
Some Wine Sun and Fun

I love to travel!

What can I say Vince
Another Knockout Haiku
Hail to the Champion

i pick myself up
from the bloody mat; the bell rings
what round is this now?

Linda emails me
"Come dance tango with me
I'll wear long lace gloves"

Who could refuse? Not I. She's blond and beautiful

So infrequently
Comes leaving words of wisdom
Phantom of the fire

Self-dergadation
Ability to insult
Comes in many forms

Try it on a real woman moo?

i will be your slob
instead of wiping my ass
i'll sit on your face

He is not concerned
about my room being neat.
He'd lie in clothes piles.

lost time, lost chances
lost connection, lost colours
hello? well you know

No thanks, my dear Moo!
I'd rather have a biscuit
and a cup of tea.

Long distance rapport
Cyber sex is merely words
Satisfactory?

"Inadequate men"
"Moo" has to humiliate
To feel like a man

Think of moo's poor mum how sad he must feel!

Ash is right, stand up!
Don't make yourself vulnerable
Don't accept your place

Pillows holding hands
Sheets without a reason why
Emptiness abounds

Moo, if you want it
then it isn't really rape.
You wish for hatred?

feel free to rape me
my body is your canvas
splatter me with hate

you can't change the past
but you can throw it away
all it takes is you

envious street bum
eyes the dog and its owner
cursing its fleece coat

My own sins are much
harder to forgive than what
others did to me.

Why am I messed up?
My rapist ex-mate fucked more
than just my body.

I wanted to break
the neck of someone in a
bookstore I knew not

You're inteligent
You're also articulate
Why you so messed-up?

Snail watcher
Why you so messed up?

The girl in my head
throws tantrums at the evil
twin in the mirror.

I pour a new self
into empty air where I
cannot corrupt it.

My shawls are the loops
in my writing, things that hide
all that feels naked.