April blossom drops
spiraling resignation
to its' brief brilliance
by Haiku half-wit
feeling BLUE so why
is blue a SAD feeling and
not utterly GLAD
by Anonymous Poet
i want smut of the
highest quality my friends
bring back the dildos
by chairman of the wayward weiner society
civet coffee "perked"
through digestive tract and pooped
out $200 pound
by gourmet dung coffee of can not make this up
420 the worst
kept secret/code for praying
to Rama Ganja
by Hookah Cafe
not nearly the right
and proper send off for the
departed say "you suck"
by Anonymous Poet
you suck
by Anonymous Poet
sadly he left us
a good soul taken to the
nether world...too soon
by no such thing as "routine surgery"
a thin veneer of
civility separates
humans from the beasts
by who will save us from us?
Ash cloud grounds the planes
Look on the bright side buddy
No terror plane strikes
by Alan of UK
slogging through blogs more
like Tweets sans substance and form
bottom feeding trash
by by any standard it sucks
like Herpes Simplex...
pustules erupt upon Bad
Haiku.."sore subjects"
by nonsense without form
Angie's boyfriend Dan is the biggest tool and douche on the planet...
by Anonymous Poet
walk the tightrope to
follow your heart yet DO NO
HARM as others have
by a thorny path to travel bro
fear fills their faces
suprise fills mine with pain, hate
what do i do next
by sonny badwind of dallas
in times of grave stress
charismatic psychopaths
beat drums of discord
by I can see Russia from Wassalla
critical thinking
never a strong suit for the
Palin loving crowd
by Do you love your freedom?!
billowing vision
of crisp salty breeze flapping
sails heading seaward
by Haiku half-wit of Cape Cod
Cheerful May
By gentle smell involves
lilac in full bloom
by gena
seismic orgasms
coital encounters 'midst the
hotel's wobbly walls
by 7.3 Richter sex in Chile
insipid blather
the herpes sores resurface
touting and taunting
by zapruder unter anus
Zaps' vinyl scratched disc*
with revolutionary
repetition...Gay shit
* not tapes
by blah blah blah blah blah
allure of things past
like waves crashing on a shore-
from earth to earth, gone.
by Anonymous Poet
Apple CEO
Steve Jobs or whatev - who cares
Dresses like a nerd
by Badman
the day the music
died Somali radio
stations [14] are silenced...
by Muslim extremism
Look of his values
Insight into his dull mind
His secret desires
by William Nippress
Small brain submision
Likes Mono syllabic text
One subject haiku
by William Nippress
borne in my journal
the marks of Jesus.. his blood
weeping for our sins
by Stigmata Obligatus
in these sunny climes
shady characters do roam
with impunity
by gird your loins
cause, gone intentions
fading away - moment non
time, another day.
by Anonymous Poet
Sun heating my back
Bitter cold wind from the north
Turn like a spit roast
by William Nippress
sticks and cardboard box
doth make a fort defended
with epic redux
by childhood classics
chrysalis world of
twitter/Ipod/wii births
dysphoric children
by disconnect the disconnect
toward the village
down the path visiting homes
silences swept on.
by mundane
tetter-tottering
on cliff's edge the acid spoke..
"Do it! You can fly!!"
by true story of Shawangunk ridge
tripping on acid
he tetter-tottered on cliff's
edge then a voice.."FLY!!"
by listen to the voice of reason
standing on a ledge
balanced on one leg, alert,
for the changing winds.
by Anonymous Poet
They keep flowing forth
Millions of tiny searchers--
Swimming in the flood
by Templar of Steel of Medieval Scotland
chinese music sings
in the higlands calling an
irishman home there
by bs
What the hell was that?
It flew across my vision--
A phantom Frisbee
by Templar of Steel of Medieval Scotland
AMEN Scotland
bless it!
by bs
Lips of golden warmth
Taste of strawberries and cream--
Decadent delight
by Templar of Steel of Medieval Scotland
I'm not sure quite why
But her laugh is ecstasy--
I guess I'm in love
by Templar of Steel of Medieval Scotland
I ate my watch
"Tick," it tocked in my gullet--
Then I met Jim Hook
by Templar of Steel of Medieval Scotland
I ate my watch
"Tick," it tocked in my gullet
by Templar of Steel of Medieval Scotland
in fact the "tactful"
are worthless pussies who lack
kerouac's spirit
by bs
the tactful might as
well say fucking is like a
salad bar special dressing
by bs
God DAMN tact...I say
beat TACT to death and let her
blood flow on the cross
by bs
tis no hope for those
lacking tact and absent pose
a mirror'd horror
by Lush
prostrate and bereft
prostate huge, balls i must heft
all manner of ills
by Lush
