he's seven months old
and has no concept of death.
but he loves oatmeal.

fuck relationships
the dream of happy endings
seems a bridge too far

The hands of a clock
Marking the inexorable
oblivion slide

Our ambitions cut
as are our lost desires
Our wants and our needs

Slowly dawns on us
the truth we stumble upon!
we are just mortal

The end comes for us
no longer Gods of sixteen
Our life's nearly gone.

The hands of a clock
Marking the inexorable oblivion slide

Our ambitions cut
as are our lost desires
Our wants and our beeds

Slowly dawns on us
the truth we stumble upon!
we are just mortal

The end comes for us
no longer Gods of sixteen
Our life's nearly gone.

How I long for spring
I search for a spike of green
A twist of colour

but on the plus side,
so much for "permanent drought."
next up: fire or ice?

sydney floats okay
brisbane is going under
lucky for me, huh ?

Water destruction
Our Aussie friends are burried
Under the deluge

is this bad haiku?
where are the rambling rants?
somebody pinch me...

my new year's resolution:
stop wasting time on the 'net.
(right after this post)

I am oh so dumb
Toronto Catholic School Board
Is where I am schooled.

a distant return
may all of ash's priors
find serenity

feces stain within
esophogeal release
talkin bovine shite

pushed into the earth
by the thickness of snow fall
sounds are muffled now

Texas: New Years Eve
sitting in the pick up truck
broken tooth in hand

horrid violence
in arizona and why
did the madness come

silence is golden
but so are certain showers
that are fetishes

another year gone
nothing much to show for it
another year starts

one new ski, detached
on the steep white mountain peak
my pants are ruined

as the poets grow
and mature so does the verse
that comes out on here

Oh, what I love most
Is when my little pony
Cuddles up to me

This hilarity
And a whole hunk of others
Sent from an asshole

Smell of flavored teas
Greats me on the market way,
Dried fruits in my bag.

sleep is just a crutch
for those who can't tolerate
quad espresso drinks

Darkness has settled
Beach walker drifts homeward for,
Monday Night Football.

Found this Bad Haiku
Life was instantly improved
Creativity

Condolences Ash
All that lives is born to die
Memories live on

the hot summer sun
sears hunger into your throat
eat a bag of dicks

walking around now
first time i've been out of home
things are looking bad

Utrecht for Christmas
Tango Camp for new years eve
Snow and hot coffee

Sorry for your loss
the living suffer the pain but
Death is not the end

ain't it the sad truth
generational changes
make me too mortal

my darling mum died
she was older than her years
i'll miss her a lot

Up early again
Watching another sunrise
With the best baby

"Happy Bad Haiku"
is a phrase that you and I
NEED to stop using

when the laptop's hot
i hold it against my chest
and feel your absence

CREATING HAIKU'S
CAN BE HARD WORK BUT IT HAS
SOME COMPENSATIONS

I've got eight inches
Snow that is! Bloody white stuff
Stopping my dancing

we struggle to write
which is hard to do because
we prefer to read

Don't use that rock salt
on the new flagstone staircase
Says "no" on the bag

Just had my dinner
Ate too much, feeling bloated
Must post to Facebook

Debating dinner
Watching the snow gently fall
Children are napping

Write once and post once
Hmmm so Identical twins
Double the trouble

We can rely on
the Good old christian ethics
to stop enjoyment

We can rely on
the Good old christian ethics
to stop enjoyment

I knew all too well
The taste of forbidden fruit
Nothing good can come....

A decade brings not
Wisdom and the lessons learned
Mistakes repeated

Prognosis not good
Love not on the horizon
Must have alzheimers

Happy Bad Haiku
Can be the outlet of sad,
unhappy endings