social really is
all about how something's said
not the message itself

run aground on lust's
shoals this mariner stranded
on far shore stands mute

'yon ship heavily
listing slowly slips 'neath waves
colors borne below

........beware the sirens call

wandering mind moves
over varied terrain some
with slippery slopes

Buddhism and haiku
the hand rests within the glove
to sense and observe

in the span between
this breath and next lies this all
important moment

we lie in the path
of a steam rolling asteroid
brace for impact, fools

first there were earth quakes
then volcanic eruptions
we're all gonna die

silent assassin
bides its' time within the heart
strikes its' lethal blow

the time wasting is
part of a fear of moving
on and living life

how many make life
too complex and miss out on
the simpler things

undecided sun
concealed in a pregnant cloud -
your face in the crowd

haiku temple doors
opens for sage poet nut
all who walk life's path

Snail where are you now?
Come out of your shell. Wow us!
Show us your insight!

Desperately searching
signs of the forth-coming spring
Hidden under snow

Reading with such joy
Meaningful words of Haiku
Thank god the nuts gone.

oh how we cling to
life going on and on and
then it suddenly STOPS

terra firma no
longer thousands crushed 'neath once
what was safe shelter

broken promises
and condoms lead to broken
dreams and baby's wails

forty years' labours
with patience bear this pension's
fragrant fruits' sweetness

the broken condom
i found it on the floor
i just bust a nut

red foxes race by
the snow-topped serpentine wall
frisky 'lil bandits

it's that time where the
only thing we have to fear is...
unemployment...itself

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