these days peel away
sucking the moment's juices
spitting out the pits

morning of this day
found me at my window desk
muse tugging away.

I put pen to paper
events of the night before
frighteningly fresh.

filthy rag doll imps
afflicted with great evil
bestowed with life.

my dull light sojourn
found our three paths crossing
ruining their nights fun.

air of rotting stench
memory of which so fresh
now experienced.

at the window sill
leaning for a closer glean
as if they could read.

malevolent eyes
quickly stared back up at me
no, they were not pleased.

on the beach the sharp
edges of broken glass smoothed
with time and tide waves

tragedies on news
broadcast too shocking to know
how to feel at once...

Law of the object
Each has it's own time and space
Give due reverence!

down to west beach shore
crashing surf calling me on
orange gray sky over.

traveling up beach
a bit beyond merriment-
seldom visited.

impartial stones rest
not spectacular-
laying here and there.

seen in front of me
perhaps marking of a path-
colorful stone stack.

the shinny top three
impressing me being fine-
into my pocket.

glancing to the side
a thing stands menacingly-
with unsettled rage.

quickly off to home
silently to bed I went-
soon to be wakened.

in through the pet door
standing thing holding stone
striking me in head.

back to the far beach
carrying its colored stones-
where I do not go.

alone with my thoughts
filled with chimps in lingerie
whoa that is scary

Words expressing thought
Twisted into Five Seven Five
How tempting it is!

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