unseasonably
warm days..rain melts ice...fills streams..
floods flats..closing roads

haiku ripples reach
brackish backwater edges
in Bad Haiku Bay

roll fast, speak bravely
tirelessly square off against-
death's absurdity.

Need a space to write
Haiku's of little success
My needs are so few

black crows fleeing their
bloody pulpit return once
the semi roars past

impatient crows pace
interlopers zoom past road
kill going nowhere

I beheaded my
wife because she's abusive
helluva defense

there is no fair trade
in these trade winds isles just
lands to pillage

sugar cane and blame
a century removed, dude
irredeemable

lest we ill rebuild
let's scrap the DR border
and blend the horror

then some daft wigga
tried to adopt a harem
molest and scare 'em

cat tried to rob me
Tent City intensity
blasted Haitian thief

step away from your
cell phone/computer for a
hands-free afternoon

mechanization
of our humanity is
just around the bend

as theater lights dim
faint glows of text messaging
spawns seething ire

Colors washed out
Cold flinty smell on the wind
Is more snow to come?

I thought that these folks
from Canada were nice but
suffering artists

suffering from Gen X
artritus...

fierce wind-driven snow
births taut white ribbons crossing
the barren corn fields

transfatty acids
coronary express next
stop is Dirtnapville

tubing the Beatles
his system got fried away
those damn little bugs..

potato chips rule
i am thankful to eat them
yet, they make me fat

stoneland's snowy days
even in freezing weather-
roses fade away.

when you wish upon
a star makes no difference
who you are...yeh right!!!

especially in
Disneyworld one discovers
dark underbellies

soap bubbles adrift
reflecting colorful light-
along with a smile.

psychotic mother
sniff out some stella artoi one night
makes threat of suicide

bawdy prose lingers
fragrant rose for some fetid
rubbish to others

purging the rubbish
brings collateral damage
to others' senses

Your starting again
Take your medication. NOW
No more rubbish please!!!

tom waits say what and
i don't know waiting king james in
rabid braille spirit

blind and blinding

thousand dollars down
psychotherapy toilet
thanks for nothing mom

mixed messages
you're my little man now bend
over for momma

affinity for
inner cleanliness mom waves
the enema wand

It's not what you do!
The way you do it that counts!
Try it with feeling!!!

cold feet colder floor
barefoot scamper to revive
the dying embers

this is the time of
year one is glued to the set
watching the weather...

channel...

icy wake-up call
pings 'gainst window cold steps to
feed hungry woodstove

pencil to paper
meaningless meanderings
no inspiration

all right you all here
I'm mixing a giant drink
martini, or magaritta?

convenience kills
all too often because those
who provide the tool

toy, ma...chine, make a buck, take, whilst moms brag of their
new "toy" and destroy

through ignorance the
country's freedom in the name
of status, shopping

the customs of the
family, who don't move and
don't see outside worlds

sigh

peel away the days
sucking out its sweet juices
spitting out the pits

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!