I was the asshole
arguing about nothing
on here, what a waste...

(i like seeing these regular
haikus)

how I yearn to ride
'tween subway cars once more to
feel vital 'midst the fumes

reeling from the fumes
but how could something so small
churn something so foul

retirement gnaws
and claws at my brain this morn'
the ravenous rat

in my sauna box
sweaty headphones a Charles Van
Doren look-a-like

umber sun tipped trees
this days morning starts for me-
common walk as such.

amidst the woods path
remains of a blue door stand-
uneasiness on.

mildew covered steps
some strewn about fallen leaves-
and what is that sound?

that beckons enter
many softly quite scratchings-
hurry, hurry on.

life's not fair but, life
also has to go on and
choices to be lived with

trance state traveler
crosses murky borders a
fugue dead man walking

Hard chromatic light
A whiteness that hurts your eyes
Snowing yet again!

Acceptance is key!
Roll with the punches that's all.
keep your energy.

"Life's not fair," you say,
as though making the statement
excused your choices.

oh and don't forget
tourist season, resented
but money does talk

winter summer spring
fall mud season indian
summer, wabbit season

winter's waning and
sap's ever so slowly drip
drip drip bleeds for spring

I want to see real
poems now, having seen all
the lacking of old ways

I am wrapped up in
winter's embrace frozen by
lack of things to do

website crashing 'midst
frantic cry of server down then
hushed eerie quiet

drifting through the night
a sliding slithering fright-
bringing ruin too right.

I find myself in
thought of how much time I've wasted on wasting time

wrote a masterpiece
while the server is unsure
you could have seen it

Pay no attention
Relax! Play the waiting game
They'll grow tired quit soon

mornings pleasant hey
greetings and salutations-
the timepiece ticks on.

tracks left in the snow
like so many days squandered-
melting drifting gone.

fuck your cheap time piece
fuck your personality
fuck your droll poetry

cool metal timepiece
silently quietly still-
resting at trails end.

home of many rooms
finally life settles down-
shoe box in the ground.

oh what tangled web
we weave when first we practice
to be wretched weave[r]

fuck your sunny sky
fuck your stupid nature walks
fuck you in general

bright blue sunny sky
short walk to collect the post-
mostly windy chill.

Hail Hale Bop Comet
no anal probes required
just I'm outta here!

Hail Bop Comet cult
from Heaven's Gate awaits all
those drinking Kool-Aid

this planet is fucked
get me off this thing at once
aliens, come now

i'd even let them
anal probe me for airfare
just take me away

the thing about "mental"
cases is interesting
they stay in one spot

coughing, drinking tea
in the system, not going
anywhere, remind

you of someone? now
if I left would anyone
notice? no...they'd be...

"good riddance, he's nuts"
I did when someone else irl
died, schizo, but one

reminded me of his
humanity, but I hang
around...pray i kill

myself so you have
one less mental case, on here
leaving scrawls on here

Heart's like a bank vault
A fifty thousand pound safe
Chained and welded shut

I don't read the junk!
Pay no attention at all
I just skip straight past
The mental cases

give me a man who
sees three hairs on his head and
says "I will braid them"

there are jewels in
this dung heap hold your nose and
dig with the other

ride you like my luge
i know you are so inclined
and it's all downhill

I get sick of stooping
down, or seeing it, just that old
malady, Gen X...

poo of ze toungue

what my erstwhile foe
does is takes some of the guff
off me and makes me

realize what a fool i've
been many times, which can say
maybe....I'm changing

your record is cracked
thus the song remains the same
zapoop's malady

between snow and cold
the immediate, the now
soon it will be bugs

the spring comes up and
so does the swat team of bug
spray, fly strips, swatters

between my own odd
violent tirades, and the
poop scoop bathroom scrawls

would real haiku now
ever be damned to the walls
of real life rest stops?

a snow covered pine
provides shelter from weather-
warmth in layered cold.

It's beyond a joke
This dam snow has got to go
more tonight they say?

We'll Tango the Crypt
and I will take Veronique
Meet Naterly There

Also Lidia
Marina and Shehiaro
"Love being a Man"!!!

Dam the Eurostar
Too cold to run? "Julia"
My Weekend canceled!

men in uniform
zapooper the storm trooper
as gay as can be

i'm glad you said "holes"
as in plural..so double
penetration goes

want entertainment?
we'll drill holes on your PC
and let you fuck it