Pampas Grass

pampas grass
marsh mud glistens
in the rowboat


marsh wren's cry
the sun ripples onto the mud


wetland chill
a patch of ripples disappears


marsh lightning
the tree's blossoms open
into egrets


wetland channel
the moon spreads onto the grass

scurrying squirrels
amidst the dry foliage-
sounds like an army.

avante garde haiku
is neither just poorly matched
pretentious bedmates

child s bedroom
the sound of a mosquito
in the dark

child

child

spring field
the crow pecks its shadow

He talks of disgust
using and abadonment
He writes a novel

midnight, blackest sky
the smell of satin and sweat
humid air like claws

an overhead fan
spinning lazily, rattling
head bobs up and down

awaiting release
money put on the dresser
he pretends to sleep

washing by the sink
while avoiding the mirror
the businessman snores

pulling the boots on
the night sticks to her insides
it will not wash off

streaming torrents of
torments and taunts travel through
cyberspace playground

haiku playground draws
pubescent minds itching to
draw blood..dominate

thaw
the wolf tastes
air

haiku for st...st...
stutterers or can't count
syllables rightly

the year ends with the long tail of a squirrel's shadow

new year blizzard
the first shadow within a stranger

sagging pine bough
the scent of a snowflake
on another

Hallelujah Praise
God Almighty He has risen
Beam me up Scotty!

Christ emerged Sunday
morn' from cave saw his shadow
returned for six weeks

paradoxical
approach to temptations of
flesh for ordained peds

nothing cute about
rogue priests hiding behind God
to molest children

graphic renderings
of abuse deemed puerile
by some but not all

when the hue and cry
meets the threshold of a rant
don't blame the victim

thematic series
creative iterative
eg. Brubeck's "Take Four"

scarce must tolerate
your iterative stanzas
sock your trachea

limit the haiku
to something concise, mon frere
and aim will find you

foolhardy bs
is universally held
a flippant blowhard

Vatican believes
the best defense is to go
on the offensive

.......blame the victims

altar boy kneeling
confused before priest's one-eyed
serpent of Satan

anointed with his
icky love juice the boy felt
damned rather than blessed

keep your rosaries
off my ovaries - funny
spraying on the wall

the infallible
Holy Father turned blind eye
to one eyed serpent

open to receive
the host they urge with papal
penis stuffed instead

eye witness to such
great suffering timelessly
etched upon minds' eye

eye witness to such
great suffering timelessly etched within mind's eye

relentless barrage
of yammering affords no
respite nor answers

he called my sister
whore who gave good head smiling
I broke his fuckin'
...................FACE

from city projects
to rural trailer park we's
just countrified trash....

...jes' seekin' a bedder life

post flood a produce
cornucopia proceeds
downstream beets mostly

torrents of rain spread
trickles...rivulets...streams...rivers..
wetness gushing pride

Don't say you weren't warned
Here we go on and on and on
Pages of self pity

It's all your fault. Don't encourage him.

you suck

so fuck you, if some
of you want to go on being
the poetic equivalent

of trailer trash, I shovel
salt on this fucking outhouse of a website

I'm giving you what
you want, someone to pick on
who you can feel superior

to, the types who are
like that here, whilst others just
post haiku, so basically

for 10 years or more
I've played right into the hands of the people who frequent this website

maybe you're just a bunch of insiginificant people
who just want attention

and I'm in the right crowd because I am also insignificant until I say

fuck you and say this website can have it's thinking I'm some nut

when the real nuts are
the people praised here
and you find out

you become another victim of American Psycho...

I'm too God damned inept to hurt anyone

what happens if some
person takes you seriously
and you end up with

a subtle warning
mafia style rather than
just on line flame wars?

and on the seventh
haiku he rested looked at
his work and was pleased

DEATH is nature's way
of saying "slow down and rest..
time for a dirt nap"

lemmings leap into
the abyss know not why and
don't bother to ask

CIVILIZATIONS
no deeper than coats of dust
beneath my finger

our darkest fears are
mere projections of our own
ruthless potential

Nantucket sleigh ride
sounds so quaint 'til the sea turned
red from slaughtered whales