You can still be bad
and be really good also.
So bad, you are good.

on lonely sundays
i rise up late, pour black brew
lie about my date

let us not forget
what this website is about...
crap. (necessary)

I have me a crush
He says he has a girlfriend
Five More Syllables

type moar liek a tard
a/s/l'ing teh ladiez
yus, netspeak suxxors

Need to take a piss.
But work traps me in a rut.
Oh, this is torture!

Sam Adams once said,
"great joy, like grief, is silent."
my beer speaks the truth

soul empty aching
wilderness none dare venture
oh thou ~~ give me drink !

Vulnerability
in the presence of strangers
as they are with you

None recognition
The dieing relationship
A lovers Lament

None recognition
The dieing relationship Lovers Lament

the breeze too cool
celestial cathedral
dying summer night

finding the bus stop
in silence, i thought i knew
she had things to say

stars darkened as much
no loving kiss at her door
only her good-bye

should have begged, but how
did she mean forever then
or it's just for now?

"i'm sorry". me too.
"i'm just so confused". ditto.
"love you". ditto.
....................... squared.

"

under volcano's
swirling molten colored ooze
my soul longs for ash

Fighting for control
I will my body to move
Dance dam you! Dance! Dance!!!

Fetus Haiku
:Alive? Yet not so
:Your death shall be my dinner
:Umbilical cord

way down on the farm
further than decent really
underneath lanoline

Myarms enfold her
Encircling her slim waist
We start to Tango

Her Cheek touching mine
Her chest moving against me
I can feel her breath

For these three minutes
This woman's given herself
Her trust is total

Interoperate sounds
Turn music into movement
Movement to magic

Dom and Ted are gone
withered and bloated they left
done in like yesterday

A book, so quiet
Thus the cat jumps up
Time for me not that

Absinthe manifest
Frenzied, then under arrest
A wormwood pyre

Bestiality
Big pimpin' in the barnyard
Clock dollars, fuck ewes

twist the antenna
fuzzy channels hiss and spit
soap en espanol

The rocks get scorching hot,
leaving blisters on my toe.
They show no mercy.

Back for more abuse,
to my eyes and to my ears.
I love Bad Haiku!

Obnoxious TV.
Showing stupid comercials.
Why do I still watch?

A contortionist.
Metal sticks to an old man.
Another can't freeze
They're all part of the human race.
But they are more than human.

Oh, my smelly feet
Even I can't stand it for long.
My imperfection.

damn page acting up!
cut my lousy poem to shred.
Is there a critic?

Oh, my smelly feet.
Even I can

Oh, my smelly feet.
Even I can

Tweaking on something
As they balance on high-heels.
Hustling for more.

See those working girls
Hustling their priced products.
Skinny, disheveled.

The darkest of nights
And something lurks under the stars.
Life knows no boundaries

large pellets of rain,
fall past a street lamp at night -
water turns to flame

life is death of life
I'm not afraid, not one bit
for myself that is

maybe i was wrong
in then, doing what I did
i can still make good

so that was goodbye
after all those emailed lies
glad your song turned out

today is sunny
can I have your autograph
what will make me/u jump?

He paid for my sins
without me asking what for
the next one's on me

easy, seductive
losing yourself in white noise
slip into the blur

wake up in a haze
same ugly reality
but with new teeth marks

a cheesy haiku
drops to the floor with a "THUD"
there is no third line

Dead still earns money
People are making millions
Just not paid to him!!!

Except by cheque which he's free to cash anytime he wants

i thought jackson's dead
yet again, last time i checked,
they're still burying him

bored stiff at a church
underneath solemnity
we worship hot moms

No one wants to post
Your Haiku has put them off
Yours is in poor taste

oh those virgin breasts
nipples pointed at the sky
they need my man sauce

do you see what I
ever if the reflection
makes no sense to me

you are beautiful
yes i know that L O L
big ego i guess ?