much slipperiness
must make it to the village-
before the shops close.

Squabble if you must
You're all insignificant
in the scheme of things

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYmDyHC4Oc0

Cautiously I step
All obstacles are hidden
Knee deep in fresh snow

Hey Is is over?
Can I uncover my eyes
It's safe to come back?

Oh thank god for that
Was like a Berlin Airlift
It never stopped

You Psychiatrists
Come study here You'll learn lots
Mad mans Paradise

breathe in calm breathe out
remnants of despairing souls
shrouded in deep angst

cacophonous train
wreck of words abated the
harbinger of hope

bare stand of trees the
poor player to the golden brilliance breaking through

worker bees zipping
about on wings of UPS/FedEx
bring joy to the hive

tears on porcelain
night, clinging in her insides
that can't be washed off

sun rays break the chill
passing on a bit of light-
just a barking dog.

time to let go

I sympathsize
because I am an ass, and
wish you all to find

your True Selves...maybe
I'm crazy but you know what
what the hell, maybe

I'm happy despite it all

who says I don't enjoy
the squandering of this life
with moments of transformation


look and learn

I see you as pathetic
social conformists incapable
of doing anything

on your own

life is too short to
worry about the shits on here
I wish you all well

who are actually TRYING
to write haiku, and
to you who claims to

be me, well, I know
some things, I'll take care of
you sometime sooner

or later...enlightenment
she is a bitch

che you socialist scuz
go retire to some foreign country
and take your art school

education to where
it can do no damage
for it has no value

don't encourage a man
born in a generation that was
told it sucked and

knew it would be
damned with that label
God bless the damnation

New Year's Resolution time

Yankee Swap time

Stress on the Holidays

well obviously I'm nuts
someone is not me, and someone is me
feed the trolls on x-mas

dadaism gone wild
feliz navidad
or feliz navy dad

what's fucking pathetic
is it's Christmas and it's
time to get out the presents

for example

SOS--my foot, up your ass

Will--dance pass on the Danube

Ash--Walt Whitman

Janis--thanks for the years

Zabadooey--life time subscription to prozac

SoS--another foot up your ass

all the real poets here--
put a ducking book together, I'd read it

Merry Christmas from your
maniac in the box

can you tell which ones
are pretending to be "me"
making me a sort of...

fucking art form
like some media creature
like you need a God

damned muppet
something to despise
yet also to admire...

Son of Septic and "bs"
are two different people
I like his poems

but personally he's
an asshole

consciousness streaming
torrents of raw sewage sans
filtration system

sifting through haiku
trash unrecognizable
as a worthy form

in this emptiness
my being cries out for love
to no-one at all

Went through the pages
Did not bother to read them
Full of rant and rage

bs. SHUT UP!

!
?
...

i'm not a loser
mom said i've great potential
and loquacity

your bi-lingual skills goes well with your bi-sexual proclivities should serve you well coping with the Tiajuana gringo fuckers club

another day down
quota having been fulfilled
a mean squandered life

you suck

your translation bs..
I eat my meat would you like to dance on the day of the dead [mispelled "dia"]

no gracias mi hijo...

tu carne es como
una gallena pechuga
suave y blanco y susio

trans: no thanks my son..your meat is like a hen's breast soft and white and unclean

como mi carne
hombre, quieres bailar
en el dio de los muertos?

bs septic scorp
vince all the same persona
they all suck as one

you suck

you suck bs

indeed he does!

so you bid adieu
to the losers by taking
the high road to leave

a winner yet an
hour later returned to
be with the losers

and then have the balls
to call yourself a winner
did I get that right?!

...a friggin' piece of bs tautology at work here!!

you suck

my favorite hobby
is to talk to myself in
mexican, i win

even chickens are
birds of prey and will attack
a bloody pen mate

bs attracts third world
poultry the red dot special [bs]
will be pecked to death

bs duermes con la pinga de papa en tu boca para comfortarle

[trans.: sleep with the dick of your father in your mouth to comfort yourself]

perdon porque estuvo muy nervioso empuje el buton temprano...mejor porque quisiera escribir mas sobre este abominaccion se llama BS un hombre muy enfermo en el alma y corazon...

un favor...muera te!

sen



















senor tu chupas como una mujer...coje mi bicho por favor en su tradicciones especial...tu eres un maricon marvelosso!
que mas..bobo tambien porque la lengua se llama espanol no mexicano...idiota

en ingles...YOU SUCK!

i speak mexican
say "you suck" you dirty
dumb monolinguist!

chupa mi pinga
pendejo maricon tu madre
es una puta susia

you suck

quien escriben mierda
come este? estan enferma de mentes y sus madres corrieron
con los lobos pendejos!

aah the familiar
dulcet tones of the mob's cries
you suck, bs you suck!

you failed

one hour and seven
minutes...the time it took you [bs]
to hightail it home