ah yes, time is the
old entropy wash, worlds and
countries pass away...
even, stars, even
universes, bigger bangs
fireworks burn out
by bs
we live by the sword
but perish by Lord Chronos
scalpels a mere toy
by Lush
expel the seven
enumerated festoons
and repel all mass
by Lush
most times, just dig sleep
sometimes, dismantle the mind
wherein resides pride
by Lush
the worst thing I do
is I stick a wad of chew
in my face and spit...
by bs
Tax Grover Norquist
this cat is a cocaine fiend
takes one to know one
by Lush
the thing is though shall
I deal with the weather or
shall I be the change
by bs
suffer if you choose
change isn't optional though
it always happens
by ash
so many moments
looking back over time gone-
still the same slippers
by mundane
the custom of new
year's resolution though of
course is not enough
by bs
yup that is true, and
it's up to me to make the
changes I need to
by bs
between now and then
there can be more of the same
or not; it's your choice
by ash
oh I'm fucking hell
all frustrated with people i
feel in my way in
my real life and I
just want them to get the hell
out of the way so I
can live my own life
as I see fit instead of taking
it out on others...
by bs
I get tired of it
we all do, we all want to
nirvana's dead, gone
by bs
I would love to find
a peg to fit in but that
just ain't gonna be...
by bs
I would prefer a
bit of harmony to bullcrap
I'm too old for this...
by bs
could you please be a
tad more civil, I don't know
you personally but
I genuinely hate some of you
sort of the generic assholes
you meet in english class
wanna be bukowskis
by bs
scrambled egos of
course make for lousy omelets
and don't go well with
cheese, because the cheese
is quite there, however the
cheese is generic
by bs
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
