writing groups often
degenerate into egos
go try AA sometime
it worked for chuck palahiniuk
by bs
CORNUCOPIA
THIS SITE IS OVERFLOWING
SELF DOUBT AND LONGING..
by WILLIAM
prolific haiku
sprout from the website like weeds
calling for roundup
by ash
fusion does make more
energy, like the sun but
even that fuel gets spent
by bs
fissile material
renders me indifferent
I prefer fusion
by Lush
florid corridors
await the intrepid soul
by lever, recline
by Lush
i spat in the wind
and urinated upstream
awash in my own
by Lush
circuitous route
twining upon its contour
getting me nowhere
by Lush
Dean Larry Summers
and others decry chick smarts
door's open ladies
by Lush
I think we need more
ladies writing haiku here
to round out us men
by bs of just my opinion keep your stick on the ice
I want to read stuff
that reveals the humanity
of those who write here
by bs of which generation are u?
see infra prior
haiku boasting i've read all
not wholly hollow
by Lush
well if you like you
might pick up "why orwell mat-
ters" in memoriam
(hitchens wrote it... he has
a brother named peter too who is still alive)
by bs
perspicacious bloke
courageous anti-hero
wit shall marshall on
by Lush
a mister hitchens
his wagon hitched, sorely missed
choice buffoonery
by Lush
there need to be more
haikus from around the world
maybe I need to go
I hate feeling hopeless
by bs
a man at work thought
THE RAPTURE was gonna go
may 21st, false it
was, however the
man is a nice man, do we
say belief makes so?
by bs
bullshit versus...sounds
like r. u. sirius or
some such name like that...
by bs
when something goes say
viral, is this a term to mean
infection ideas...
and Bill Burroughs, the
killer, outlaw, writer, etc
(the) word is a virus...
by bs
even though I am a
bit right wing, paranoid, and
watch way too much news
btw christopher hitchens died...
and that kinda sucks
by bs
well that was a large
typo, call it a dadaist
marcel duchamp trick
by bs
is bullshit versus?
or, bullshit verses unique?
either is just swell
by Lush
is b-s v-s?
like Vinnie Barbarino
"i'm so confused," man.
by Lush
I hope he leaves more
haikus like that, it's pretty
funny base-d on that
by bs
You're so far away
Reaching you is my desire
...stupid itchy back...
by Asa Eugene Moore of San Bernardino, CA
perhaps there are dreams
of a political buffet
but who shall starve?
by vs
relentless gourmand
my feast, banquet of nations
the soil is of one
by Lush
ok joel osteen
I said it, here he is, wow
in a haiku, here
by bs
henry miller for
all his lust and frank talk on
sex, he wrote about
what he ate with a
lot more satisfaction but
can you lend a sous?
by bs
and I have more faith
in hobbits than I do cash
except well, johnny...
by bs
enjoying your stuff
lush, do you like french or do
you like indian
by Anonymous Poet
I can't say why I
know what a chinois is I
guess it just got stuck
funny looking cone
to filter stock in those danged
china cap tools, food
by bs
I don't buy it though
those things of exchange are made
up like gods and hobbits
by bs
ayn rand is a god
to the idea rational
is cash-onal, $
by bs
what I have posted
are some encounters of faith
I've seen in time but
ayn rand saying to
objectivism, a is a
there is no god and
a god is a lie
for those who seek control so
she said, a is a
by bs
a young woman
named nema sought friends in
satan, where is she...
I hope she is well
by bs
I am told santa
is a pagan too, the old
claim by those who need
by bs
have I gone too far
this time down the rabbit hole
do I drink "drink me"
by bs
such anger in the
name of faith, I've known, it turns
someone inside out
by bs
catholics say that
their way is it, protestants
the same, rolls his eyes...
by bs
I had a young man
lay a curse on me and now
to forgive, or no?
by bs
some frontier anew
shedding pretext and veneer
blast the past, vroom vroom
by Lush
glistening fabric
pressed against tasty extreme
how shall i resist
by Lush
yes yes yes yes yes
nothing new under the sun
and the following...
by Lush
what comes after a
post post deconetc etc
what is there that's new?
solomon in all his splendour
said all is vanity at his end
by bs
well bub, despite all
the classic queen's english now
it is canada
of course it is cold
by bs
fahrenheit collapse
chilly register, synapse
'tis the season, rapt
by Lush
mercurial waste
iconoclastic scatter
patent corrosion
by Lush
blanketed morass
a cistern past putrescence
gathering charade
by Lush
all your new fangled
post deconstructionism
renders me frigid
by Lush
