Buch is German for
Beech as in tree but not so
for TP poems

metaphors of self
my box, your box, I can't think
five seven five, oui.

People get angry
When we won't fit in a box
But the box is theirs!

think outside the box
any walls are just constructs
of your own making

I am in a box
built from years of bad choices
and I am still there

fine, shut the damn thing
down, american government?
kindergarten or first?

the thing is the stuff
here isn't always "bad" 'ku
it just is haiku

Upon reading that
I set to writing Haiku
Immediately ...

Upon reading that
I set to writing Haiku
Immediately ...

if i stop and think
it's not always right away
that i write away

the spirit remains
devoid of all habit, the
voice remains sans words

whatever happened to
the raw clay of this golem
called the Net, did it

go mad because some dumb
Jewish mad rabbis made up
the mind to make it

work for them on the
days of Sabbath? does this beast
of digital clay

need to become clay
once again, devoid of life
remolded, and reborn?

I hate fucking cells
I'd love to take every one
of those things and shove

it up the ass of
each and every owner of
one, fart ring tones bitch

Still Pony-bagless
Want my money back right now
Naked Android phone

some things do not change
because the people still have
the core who they were

Should have been "fixture"
I'm so terrified right now
please leave Mr Moth

Terror in the sky
Annoying my lighshade
Damn you, dusty moth!

Golden coloured sun
Must i say good bye so soon
you just arrived.

still here and yawning
the changes that come with the
times break the spirit

well we all come to
the roast now and again so
what's all this spice now?

cookin' like old times
nothing beats a barbecue
except beating meat

I admit I have
not had the delight of the
experience of spam

cooked for breakfast
spam eggs sausage and spam, and
spam spam baked beans and spam...

If we had some spam,
we could have some spam on toast,
I jack off wildly

a few men can change
the world into a dungeon
because we stood back

never did I see
my words turned to prostitutes
whores for data

stored forever and nothing
nothing but the sheer delight
of mankind as gadget

my curse on generation geek

my curse on this tower of babel

I feel like taking
my own life over the loss
of books as a form

of media

nostalgia for that
old DIY moves out when
the sharks done move in

one more drop in the
ocean of bad haiku, we
are funny fishies

Holding a straight line
with all of lifes twists and turns
In these challenging times

call of the haiku
beckons me like a siren
take me back, grandma

Crochet hook in hand
she chains a long warm cozy
grandma has a cock

entropy is the
state of the world being born
soon it all dies down

I hate gardening
All that work which lasts a week
Then start allover!

So your healthy then
specially body functions
Important to know?

The sky seems as blue
As it did this past winter
Wind sings a new song

Boy has root canal
No laughing gas, no comfort.
Sadistic dentist.

one two three four five
syllables in first stanza.
Haiku is a success!

Nothing feels quite right
Restless, irritable days
Balls in a bear trap

Absurd injustice
Pressing like a monstrous turd
Come enema! Purge!

they're here today then
they're gone tomorrow just no
warning, voices fade

time is such a joke.
one day or ten trillion years..
ZERO things matter.

I am not sure what
to say at this time to bless
you all with sweka

When we were children
A year lasted forever
Now its an eyes blink

When we were children
A year lasted forever
Now it

some days are the shiz
waking up early for work
i wouldn't count those

Each new day we wake
and an adveture unfolds
challenges and fun

another day ends
before you can catch your breath
another day starts

submission error
in this timeless cyberspace
sad mistakes endure

Scolded by the world
he retreat back into Hell
thats where the trolls live

Scolded by the world
he retreat back into Hell
That