well since the weak are
pushed around by the insecure
go blow yourselves up

Things start slowing down.
Gray hairs sprout, joints start to ache.
Aging really blows.

night, and once again
the vacant oversized bed
sheets stay unruffled

A good spell-checker
can be your best friend for life.
If available.

Desert winds pick up.
the riders jump in their machines.
It's land-sailing time.

burst of natural speed.
on the hard dry lake surface.
sails is the engine.

three wheels makes the cut
while leaving a dusty tail
like a jet engine.

You can't beat this ride.
as you zip and fly on by
You, the wind, the car.

we are not surprised
these things often happen here
down on the rancho

bodies in blankets
lie head to foot in the trunk
the heat has changed them

windows down dust caked
accordian riffs fill the air
warm beers in hand

Did I open the door
and stepped into a heated fued?
Middle man, I am.

thank you dear fleebus
for your continued concern
for our happiness

you're a real trooper
fondling all your merchandise
stroking your wookie

across galaxies
is that george lucas i hear ?
screaming copyright

repetitive troll
is not even vaguely droll
vote here, it's a poll

The June gloom gives way
Blues skies and warm rays, today!
Thank God for the Sun!

morning dilemna
coffee break, or stay in desk
caffeine, or coffin

You can behave well
Or act like the twat you are
And be deleted

i don't give a dam!
so it's up to you sammich
You won't be here long!

June in ghetto school
Graduation for a few
street life for others.

Graduation Day
Even parents stay away
Teachers take new role.

Familiar faces
becomes the reward for them.
Four years not wasted.

We were there for them.
when nobody believed in them.
They accomplished it.

We showed them the way
Out of the ghetto they dwelled.
a new day begins.

whas gwoin on heer?
cunfwusin poinless . Sorry.
Marbles in my mouth.

warming my cockles
hail your progeny cleetus
i'm too thrilled to count

son of sammich
bastard child of doggydoo
i toast you once more

i gave up smoking
i really really miss it
try a bad haiku

Enough Faecal jokes
are we analy focused
Or constipated

never thought i'd say
i do admire other shit
mine's mostly nutty

The camel saw his shit
float on the river he stood in.
a lesson to learn.

as he saw it float
He realized something new.
don't let shit pass you by.

guess i miss those days
when my shit sinks far back down
now it stays afloat

pent-up frustration
blew dust off the old xbox
time to frag some noobs

send my friend's canoe
cast upon his favorite lake
adrift with no crew.

midway through it sinks
after ablaze with fire.
slips beneath deep blue.

cancer robbed his passion
and then, took away his life
to uncharted depths.

now he's gone for good.
his last passion left this earth.
He'll drift forever.

tribal circle dance.
body to body, fist, punch.
I miss the mosh pits.

real me is shy so
doesn't have a lot of swing
with the dance of life

Good point! You need those
Oh well life gives with one hand
takes with the other

I wonder how much
resentment I can waste on
these people here

till after 10 years
later, get out and God all
I'm gone... hey come back!

alas amigo
i might lose my castanets
if the wife finds out

Looking for romance
ash do you live in Queensland
Yes? Give this a try

http://www.argentinetango.com.au/whatsonqueensland.html

You should try Tango
So up close and personal
It's bliss on four legs

optional romance
there's a hot dance in my pants
given half a chance

one leg in the sun
the caress is genuine
the sweetest feeling

You stupid or what
thousands of women waiting
For men who can dance

It's a pathetic guy thing "I can't dance i've got two left feet" Oh i've never heard that before !!!!

Oh man what a life
Tango tonight at the Crypt
So many women

Tango till it's dawn
Passion grace and beauty
3am finish

the garage floor smells
I'm happy to know just how
we have a stare down

the surge is on edge
it's been border lining on
power absolute

the warmth meets the cold
stirring in skies those grays and whites
a force of nature

Lemmings in the pack
The pack goes over the cliff.
Those damn followers.

Waiting for the storm
On this cold and ugly day
-- friends and foes alike.

Now, the wolves gather.
The scent of blood is strong.
Someone lives or dies.

good heavens like love
far away my heart sees sun
you have warmth with you

Post-modernism,
Like all things ending -"ism"
just breeds pretention.

The world is spinning
the head aches and stomach rotting.
Hangover, damn it.

one more! i insist
lifting my bloody head up
upright position

not down for the count
these last few rounds are pretense
of saving face (mine)

Haiku books nearby
to harvest its rigid laws.
Nope, laws still broken.

Silence starts the day.
Mind wanders on life's strange ways.
Revelation speaks.