zippybody go back to
Smalltime Press
your rants will be more appreciated there.

the torrent of you
erodes the soft banks of me
torrents and torments

i walk through the mall
and see nothing that i want
the girls, though, are hot

something about that
old demon romance that brings
out devils in us all

one for the money
never mind that means nothing
i want to get laid

caught on a web cam
in a milano pensione
no words will explain

the charm of karen
belied the dark side shown in
her unsated lust

languid eyes speaking
forever and always come
come back tomorrow

letting the feelings
all out in one night, dread at
what has to be done

Slowly I gather you.
Softly floating I lead you.
My arms enfolding.

When the music stops.
You stay silent in my arms.
Eyes slowly open.

Your smile tells me all.
You're in Tango's magic place.
Only Tango knows.

four generations
celebrate ancestral links
sing out my name...JOY!

early-bird special
five o'clock meal and outside
a cackling raven

sixty-two rolls through
senior discounts no solace
for vast losses gained

homage to mother
I, your second-chance son
birthed this day long past

someone said that it's
the wiccan new year so let
the dead bury theirs

a bit of a lull
nobody seems creative
including myself

one can see beauty
in ruin but one can make
a ruin anew

the well is drying
the water can't cultivate
now, nothing grows here.

it's been a while and
to be at war looking back
with me is a waste

so fires are set and
the master unseen Satan
burns the souls, puppets

that artistic set
of minds seems also autistic
selfish, and dead

He wasn't born black
but beaten spirit and shamed,
answered to "nigga'!"

herpa derp derp derp
hurr durr nerp nerp derp de derp
hurr derp durr derp dee

Hit the ground running
Let's grab the low-hanging fruit
A paradigm shift

let's go magickarp!
use splash attack for the lulz
it had no effect

haiku upload failed
let me retry this shit now
it should work this time

LET

i recall grandma
with her dangling member
i grow nostalgic

well, what can I feel
about a spiritually dead
set of writers, yeah?

get caught up in it
unforgiving status, hipsters
damned and burning and

I'm right with you

dreams floating away
a pile of burning babies
tears, smoke, then silence

Oh oh, guess who?
Drunken frat boy found Bad Haiku.
Bad sex jokes coming soon!

memories bring that
deep down feeling of what came
before, those old days

grandma's cock is big
stretching for over eight years
we love her long time

I see you all and
realize how much you wrote and
wonder who you are

grandma has a cock
wondering how long it's been
ash you might know that

chilly autumn wind
touches a fading petal
this garden's over

ev'rything changes
whether we move on or don't
the earth is turning

Tales of long ago
Yet I haven't aged a bit
Has it been ten years?

the outbursts of tech
fading to a new world where
thoughts remain vibrant

writings on this wall
you die, your legacy stands
- but servers die too...

Haiku was such fun
Dead dogs, grand pappy, stiff cheese
Now we have facebook

Haiku memories
Linger on the internet
Traces of the past

summing up my life
a whole decade of haiku
greater than the parts

I read some haikus
We wrote like 10 years ago
Crap immortalized

finally the rain
oily asphalt smell
permeates all my senses

Gen X to Gen Y
to why bother to why not?
gaps come and Gaps go

Berlin on Thursday
Tango house warming party
All the night, half the next

the bald truth is my
hat is off to you and my
hair is off my head!

We all know the truth!
Youth is wasted on the young!
Some compensation!

another birthday
watching my lost youth recede
along with my hair