goddess Nemesis
dealt Narcissus a death blow...
love his reflection

life was jut simpler
when zapooper ranted on
'bout gay Star Wars sex

sorry for the break
in form...prove me wrong..or duel
haikus to the death

Little William in a bright new sash
fell in the fire and burnt to ash
now even though the room grows chilly
I haven't the heart to poke poor Willie

he ate the Cuervo
worm "con gusto" and lusted
for his lovers' sheathed

and now I know why
zapooper lives to hurl Star
War gay invectives.....

and why he does so without the 5-7-5 form.

Were you telling me?
In this bad haiku format
I shouldn't do it???

But it's ok for you??? Twat!!

yawn! you're so clever
well dam me boring critique
never thought of that!

why does soil smell like
fish on a farm, or shit, yet
lovely things spring up?

come to think of it
was it a five minute argument, or did...

did I forget to
pay, no, you did not, did did!
but an argument

is a series of...
how absurd, now I see
how I have been all

this time...like that skit...

souza's march lives on
in sacred memory of
the Monty Python players

a Cleese/Idle ditty
Oxford-Cambride debate done
in haiku format

orators beware
break the form...automatic
disqualification**

** -oops I just disqualified myself [6 syllables]

discourse and debate
offered in haiku form an
INANE exercise

no small wonder it's
rightly labeled "Bad Haiku"
this tete a tete stands

........as EXHIBIT A

Happy Christmas Ash
i guess it is spring down there?
May come to Queensland

Next year? To see a one of my exe girlfriends.

If I write history!
Past month this site has been full of great insight

Or

This past month has been
full of such utter rubbish
Then they are both true

To someone it's true
and to someone it's a lie
You can't disprove that.

I say it again
History is conjecture
Which is bassed on lies!

so here we all are
as another year slips by
the time of our lives

your words provoke thoughts
evoke reactions...its' not
about prove or disprove

not the point/counter
point dance but a birthing of
reflections expressed

thought up excuses
Does not disprove what i said.
History is lies

words fit what we need
to believe..myths begotten
our acts justified

dusty school text reads
blacks the inferior race
prejudice prevails

history is in
the eyes of the beholders..
oral or written

how would the "facts" be
cast if Hitler had triumphed
...deutschland uber alles?

or softness of words
to bear revisionist's marks
sometimes for the good

What is History?
Pieces of retrieved knowledge
based on conjecture

So its made up lies
hold history together
Disprove. If you can???

paella eve feast
our labor's love consumed by
familial piranhas

xmas amnesty
for the rodent pantry thieves
soon the war resumes

tis the season to
be a
wally

last night's snow
lies face down
in its own white blood

a snowball
for my neighbour
yee ha!

let the egg nog roll
get the rum and the wassail
it's that sacred time

then repent on the
morning

cream colored ponies
and crisp apple streudel door
bells and sleigh bells and

schnitzel with noodles
wild geese that fly with the
moon on their wings......

these are a few of my favorite things

dudes, you who say a
simple madness, don't think much
about what it might be

is is depression?
is it psychopathy, you
know someone who is

mentally well can
bullshit better than someone
who is not so well

but I see that peeps
who are social beings are
driven all too much

that they have something
to prove to their buddies and
love conquest, to prove

they are better, but
they are worms in an apple
hung from a tree they

did someone, and they
replaced saturnalia with
a red suited guy

between the lines hun
our mimics, those who put down
in the end, nothing

life moves on, the snow
the ice, the leaves, the heat, yes
even man dies out so

virginia, is there
a Sinter Klaus out there
is there now indeed

a brain freeze impels
the mad dash to remedy
the friend forgotten

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