Darkness is falling
The birds are marking their patch
Soon all will be quiet.

hemmingway shot his
own head then hunter and dave foster wallace

NO MORE SUICIDES!

like anything with
great intentions there are those
who just spoil the fun...

I don't think you should
refer to your work as this
stodgy tasteless pap

thickness I embrace
gladly if measured 'gainst this
stodgy tasteless pap

p.s. thank god Vince brings something to this haiku table

her voice grows louder
pounding her tenth beer along
with my interest

Bright Sun and Bird song
My critcs abound and they
missunderstood text

Take a little time
Use some of your awsome brain
Why did I do It

God you are thick!!!!

help me obi wan
zapooper is projecting
you're my only hope

the gay troll songstress
lacking for inspiration
just can't change her tune

bring the shit back down
to fucking Basho basics
about leaves and shit

twittering haiku
like a facebook ego trip
bad haiku indeed

your gay poetry
reveals more your fantasies
than anything else

Off to Utrecht next
But Staying in Austerlitz
Visit Amsterdam

Berlin and Cambridge
I'm exhausted by Tango
Too many late nights

But it was fun though
never left dance floor till 3
Except twice at 5

half a world away
you exaggerate my wang
although it is long

half-wit's journey through
Sodomites' haiku not worth
a pillar of salt

zapruder exposed
more than presidential brains
splattered...no matter

imagine sybill's
fractured personae lying
'round haiku central

Ash. Geography?
Australia and UK
its not his strong point

Does he annoy me?
Do I feel sorry for him?
Should I take pity?

I think a restraining order is best for stalkers!

Haiku's come and go
But who was that masked rider
Obsessive half wit?

A one track mind set?
A man with secret desires?
A mad house inmate!

Who cares he's gone now.
But hell be back have no doubt
Needs his insult fix.

half-wit stuffed spud in
pants hoped to look big..impress
gals but placed it 'aft'

that rumpelstiltskin
he sure likes to spin a yarn
trolls are old news, mate

Forty shades of green
Spring rain on a cold wet day
It's global warming

British politics
Just like French revolution
A Hung parliament

more chemical food
to fertilize the cancer
that's killing us all

leave it to machines
and they'll crash the stock market
the software is god

"don't retreat reload"
"drill baby drill"...is Palin
hungry for some sex?

futility strikes
at self-service car wash with
a trickling sprayer

at this point in time
global annihilation
would be a blessing

flirting satellites
dance the telemetric waltz
their gaze stream data

exiled from her life
we met time and again in
tumultuous dreams

time has been a thief
stolen the warmth of a kiss
a brief departure

the Zen of writing
bad haiku..sit..observe..then
write glacially slow

gracefully aging.
obliviously resting-
chair in a hallway.

this computer's hacked!
it opens all porn links and -
oh wait, that's normal.

haiku hiatus
from the troll who would hate us
he's a meatus

sound of a hand poised
over key...send or not send
haiku why bother

withered on the vine
not a fine wine season for
Bad Haiku site

a sad fact of life
sometimes we are hot that's true
but more times we aren't

an ocean of oil
mankind is the disaster
all shall suffocate

bad haiku offered
from the few writers who have
dared to be seen here

writers shun site like
the pox-riddled, pandemic
plague it has become

dessicated corpse
taut leathery skin reflects
Bad Haiku within

Just back from Berlin
Exhausted from lack of sleep
Tango till 5am

Seven days of bliss
The best dancers in Europe
In Berlin last week.

Tango marathon for 36 hours straight.

buzzing forlornly
sad trapped insect goes nowhere
the rest of its life

stewing in juices
of her own creation she
slapped away my help

closer to the truth
you scratch at the door's surface
but you keep it shut

purple sundrops
on the walls behind my eyes;
internal spotlight

malingering words
hang heavily threatening
and so foreboding