damn it lush, now you
just advertized my fave junk
food and I need some...

desires infinite
satisfaction most often
should i declare zen?

the reverse jared
moribund obesity
five dollar foot longs

transit of venus
guess i should have gone outside
better luck next time

just as temples grey
peaks recede and crowns vanish
male pattern baldness

recorded decline
am i, too, not entertained?
haiku as recall

we have all had a
close relationship with john
now, then and again...

porcelain face hole
emits lurid siren song
wax regurgitant

final chance saloon
given the option, bufoon
let it rip someways

repetition, piss.
missing "g," no gravity
piteous... that's me

narrowing resource
gathering strenth... um, per force
shattered stratosphere

narrowing resource
gathering strenth... um, per force
shattered stratosphere

skin flick addiction
rampant, carnal affliction
lustrous carousel

might as well enjoy
seeing the flowering of
colorful words bloom

dang me then dang me
fancy language going out
how to answer you

downfall, asplendor
patio umbrella spun
maiming in the rain

dorsal cavity
awaits ventral attention
soiled anatomy

Why are you hiding?
I long for stimulation
Give it to me, NOW!

gripping the controls
glad for his brown underwear
algernon solos

signature design
are the ceiling mirrors, mine
narcissus, divine

invaluable i
undervalued, inverted
imaginary

pentangular grid
within pentagonal space
friggin' war machine

Air moves about me
Like water about a fish;
I swim through my day

Rain, rain, go away
Come again some other day.
Kid's Rhyme Is Haiku!

(almost)

shun cogitation
dwelleth not on such intrigue
tarry knave and submit

i meant exemplar
torsion unfortunate, mine
drilleth deep, folly

dumb. per examplar
rigid epiphanies, yo!
my hurls are atwirl

fingers a'scatter
upon a tilted keyboard
nailed: shitty haiku

write a life haiku.
Show us your joy, your fear, your death.
Show us who you are1

I couldn't even think
that reading a haiku might
help someone well, pee

hail kurt vonnegut
what goes around comes around
gotta take a leak

obviously there's times
when I can't write haiku
either, just sorta

tralfamadore solved
the issue of one hand claps
by being one whole hand

all and all is all
we are... the voice long dead still
echoes in my own mind...

and and and and and
and and and and and and and
and and and and and

deep in the forest
the sound of one hand clapping
mixes metaphors

A mime make a rhyme
Sure a mime can make a rhyme
But who would hear it

haiku of course is
an art form and it offends
those who ignore that

over fifteen years
after five centuries
haiku can still rock

I was told once it
is posted here on line, in a
way one is published

in the end times are
not men lovers of themselves
ayn rand's cheap knockoffs

in other words, the years
of cranky elders still manage
to bicker on form

Bad Haiku: Legal
If you have to show something,
keep out of prison!

Horrible poems:
Why do I keep writing them,
showing my crudeness

Big Fat overweight
Get free Viagra for sale
How stupid are you?
.

sometimes "high culture"
leaves me cold, it is supposed
to be "the ideal"

it seems on a hill
guarded by senile tenure
treasures and trash hidden

that's nice, I like!

when this art comes down
to parody, mockery
to tell truths, what gives?

In America
you change the world; In Russia,
The world changes you

Fugitive penguins
Flee the tropical islands
It's not cold enough

Relativism
The world changes - but not them-
The world sees them change