hot in my fur coat
you look good enough to eat
i say "go the growl"

you've nothing to say
that you haven't said before
and that isn't much

the pleasure i give
fuelling your dull fantasy
doesn't get me hot

but you sure love it
repeating yourself again
are you breathing hard ?

i think it's a bit queer
certainly more than i am
go clean your keyboard

i want more money
i will vote for the person
who can make it so

It is impossible
To write something meaningful
In three little lines

not meteors nor
volcanic disturbance killed
off haiku poets

ala La Brea
tar pits..they slowly sank 'neath
Will's ego-driven...

...................SMUG SELF

They believe they're great
Such a sad existence though
As no one sees them.

Whistling a tune
That no one hears! Not ever!
They do not listen

To go unnoticed
Living a life of despair
of no consequence

With no influence
It's like he never exists
A non entity

faceless and nameless
Such a sad lack of a life
Stuck in such self hate.

To be so ignored
Cut out and not seen at all
Must one so sad

To the vexed question
Why do some sad life's exist?
It's a mystery

Search bar excavates
haiku poets, fossilized
what meteor killed them?

Soft my good night kiss
The touch of a woman's lips
Tasting oh so sweet

I hold her to me
My arms around her slim waist
The smell of her Hair

What joy could compare?
Such pleasure within her arms
Given to us men.

spill baby spill, now
drink your oil you bastards of
corporate industry

We wake and start new
We show and hide our true selves
Grappling with life

Sun throws long shadows
I cast a single shadow
How alone we are

Sun is so bright now
All the colors are washed out
Leafs are mostly white.

Put up parking lot
took all the trees and put them
in a tree museum.

Ok Took a little liberty with it.

all the trees are dead
and the cemetery's paved
life is a landfill

Sky a dappled Blue
Cotoneaster bush, Sunshine
Shinning with green light

Wow the sight is bad
Im so bored tonight really
So I take a look

abandon all hope
face the peril of your life
wait for the death blow

early morning light
pierce through busted beer bottles
time to start anew

Sound of time passing
The waves lap at the Sea shore
Constant, forever

This long day is spent
I've Little to show for it
But I guess that's life

It is not theft to
take what I give as gift So
have it all and choke

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