generalizations
do make an ugly taste but it
did well for hitler

till he shot himself

I don't like passing
hateful judgements, that's not the
real me, I just am...

fearful, paranoid
coming free at last, and to
you a stranger...

yes I know those who
pass judgement are judged in turn
so what's new, politics

as usual

where do you idiots
come from, some hallowed empty
spire of obsolete writing?

hatred consumes for
if it is shallow then you
get what you give back

I would burn all your
books and heil hitler for hate
replaces real time

debate, hatred is
real, i would hate and be a
true being of dark

then a false and bland
aesthetic bowing to the
urbane bullshit of...

well, people so "charming"
so rich, so removed from the
common experience...

I picture myself
hitting him in the face not
once but again and

again, feeling the
rush of intimidation
the vague sense of bland

evil the school yard
bully felt at trashing the boy
with too many books

i laugh at the bland
liberal asshole who calls
my words foolish, I

would tell him babble
on, critics abound like birds
of eating garbage

flocking over some
recent kill, all saying the
same thing, squawk, and shit

each person wanting
desperately to be heard
a crowded bar

an english major,
says the man in the pink shirt.
what's a chanticleer?

a cup of red wine
overturned on my table
party foul! she says

crimson liquid rock
tears apart its silver skin
the trees are burning

crushed and bittersweet
she sighs as her hair fall down
in blue poles of rain

dell, dell, what's that smell ?
just your cred that burns in hell
fix it ? time may tell

that's it, I'll be rich
I'm gonna start farming fish
some Sarpa Salpa

How can I expect
you to keep to rules unknown?
By revealing them.

When you understand
A promise broken twice is
twice as bad-you'll know.

the words are hiding
cannot find them anywhere
somehow that's okay

we fall to vague depths
between all you will not say
and all i can't ask

I resist the urge
His words are crap and stupid
Who will tell the twit?

what, I didn't shave?
the loss of shaving cream the
greatest tragedy

stages of life pass
by the wayside what seemed big
is not years later

I just heard thr word...
whis-key, you know I'm now to
dream of glenlivet...

ah, that's not a bad dream...

closer in meaning
to all the remains throughout
our feet on the ground

what to eat for lunch?
most anything will suffice
as long as it's fried

nice little boobies
all you boys go spank yourselves
you like little boobs

okay i 'm sorry
I gotta go do work now
great big sigh..ho hum

mom forgot to tell
you have a bastard brother
and yeah ..he has tits

hot wax down her back
oooh and ouch.. whats really cool
her sexy pole work

cmon cmon man
put up your dukes and fight like
your momma taught you

fire thrown all about
leaving behind burning trails
just my kind to hike

i've cried all morning
the rejection of this life
my heart black and blue

name the time and place
we'll see what aligns about
i prefer high noon

odor permeates
a crowded elevator
don't look at me, man

trespass forgotten
river of cask strength whiskey
not yet forgiven

the flow of words comes
out and the throwing of arms
in sighs of protest

and I leave for a
bit, come back, see the euro
spiced talk about spain

what about the low
culture, the middlebrow what's
so "low" about it

(sorry, the law died
with Jesus on the Cross)

it's still what it is
I really feel critics don't
think when they speak much

Friends new, old, worldwide!
Facebooks taking on new life
Soon to circle Earth

intoxicating
with addictive potential
the "off-my-facebook"

it has fudge in it
ribbons of chocolate lust
so smooth and creamy

a bug in mapquest
led me to your street address
right into this bed

people, glass houses
telling and doing the same
You said it! So why?

streams of consciousness
arranged into syllables
just aren't real haiku

We have given her
seven payment arrangements.
She has yet to pay.

social protest the
desire to tell those in
what to do and where

to go, good motives
often loud annoying peace
sign people with signs

to enjoy hiking
to take a long break from the
world of machinery...

oh, a cell phone call...
hello? can you hear me? did
you get that pic of

the tree stand? cool huh
think we should go hunt on say
uh, wednesday...cool

ah the sounds of you
know...click, nature, to get oh
away, fro...another call...

what? I'm trying to
oh the phone bill...yeah um, call
me back in five...thanks

when I lose something
dear to me in real life and
say grace here then the

narcissism of
on line arts just finds something
else to "shoot off at"

and yet there is so much
more
to be said about
logorea

mirror!
mirrorrr!
on the wall...
but oh no the wall is ...
on the mirorr!

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