prose insufficient
seasonal lyric eludes
catastrophic end

florid whores galore
candid shit within a clit
smell genital'a

sordid indolence
flaccid penis upon fence
shake it which way?

Little connecteions
Come and go, what have you left?
just an empty hand

empty rusty can
worn shoes trudge the cold pavement
one block to the next

a a a a a
a a a a a a a
a a a a a

toilets flash by.
my stomach grumbles.
a shit is in the making.

smoke is in the air
global warming is rising
ice caps are melting

The wind is a ho
It blows everyone at night
I wish I were wind

i am starving,
drinking dr.pepper instead:
unsatisfied.

Wood pigeon cooing
Twitter of birds on the wing
Early spring perhaps

One relationship
How quickly we move from one
to another one

a flash of anger
the words are spoken and no
spirit shall be spared

observations made
of a moment of a man's
weakness, snapshot, click

ecstasis within
mine copywrite protection
lurid conflagration

those clamoring fools
a slim measure of morons
genius doth recline

we have a dark side
we have a light side, we have
both sides, ying and yang

shakes head...same answers
drugs, faithlessness, oh happy
ma-chines, you are dead

all ready

Don't be so dramatic
Take your medication, Now!
youll soon be better

I feel like getting
done, driving into that pole
being bured, gone

lucky to get home
lucky for all wheel drive as
such is maine winter

exploring my new options
decidedly odd
burbles in the water pipes

Wo is me again
Just been dumped by my Girlfriend.
Not sure how i feel

from canada to
america, vast spaces all
meet in one small spot

hard blue sky above
silent snow slides off a branch
and falls, silent still

toilet tissue twist
spontaneous Mobius
one-sided... two-ply

I'm not a Hobo
I am aming for the Stars
This Gutter's my Ramp

Will try to fix all
the lingering bad haiku
bugs. Will happen soon

8 month old infant
A peanut butter sandwich
One sticky baby

haiku bug report:
apostrophes yield errors
when in "Location"

this precocious lad
likes to use my computer.
(mainly for teething)

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