concatenation
an ineluctable chain
there is no refrain
by Lush
where is the jungle
when occidental meets east
weakened hemispheres
by Lush
retain the idle
fathom rhythms archaic
abandon pretense
by Lush
no more merton refs
he co-opted the worst of
both the east and west
by Lush
I take it no one
here read thomas merton
the wisdom of the crowd
is the end of humanity
by Anonymous Poet
a suicide jumps
to the streets, and they take cell
pictures of the event
by bhs
what is lost to the
hustle and bustle when one
is already dead
then death does not so
matter, zombies walk, shop, eat
such living dead worlds
by bhs
depends where you are
city boys, where is the noise
the quiet consumes
an hourly darkness
can you take the silence for
I abide in it
by bhs
Life is for the quick
Otherwise you might end up,
Squished on the sidewalk.
by mundane
life is deceptive
you think it could last a while
and then suddenly...
by ash
life is too short to
worry anymore about
fill in the blank here
by bhs
there's more important
things going on than my irks
or chicken fucking
by bhs
Man f*cks a chicken.
Click on this here link below.
Cock-a-doodle-doo.
by Chicken Fucker of A Farm
and so circular
the cycle keeps going till
my cycle ends but
oba dee, oba da
with or without me life goes on
earth spins, people vacation
by bhs
it just is and it's
up to me to do something
or nothing at all
by bhs
want to escape to
dreams and drams but real life does
not go away
by bhs
I get mad and then
wonder at the value of
getting up at all
by bhs
there's art and then there's
anti art, the cycle keeps
going and I lose count
by bhs
slipshod premises
swallow prime residences
torsion collapses
by Lush
on the other hand
a wrist shackled prosthesis
embedded in bum
by Lush
trivium beneath
ashen crust of spoiled relics
triumph of notions
by Lush
array of products
modes of thought delivery
inequivalence
by Lush
you're missing the point
the details are important
even to artists
what inspires us ?
the difference is content
versus discontent
by ash
Urgent loin longings
In the night, in the snowbank
Amber authograph
by windbag of NC
and sadly this leads
people to give up on being
creative at all
by Anonymous Poet
politics for example
tends to have conspiracies
and battles over trifles
by bhs
middle management
has very much the same
qualities as such who
worry on these trifles
by bhs
i'm down for the count
concerning that last haiku
add a syllable
by ash
take half a dozen
and any twelve step program
add your own cliff
by ash
if you are a cunt
convinced you know all you need
the cliff is two steps...
by bhs
antique virtues and
antique vices, outhouse is
thataway ye gents
by bhs
isn't that the magic
of the internet, two folks
I don't know wrote words
by bhs
diving into life
we make our personal splash
pissing in the wind
by ash
elegies for none
as we gambol unbridled
'gainst prevailing winds
by Lush
rivulets of wine
strains of the gullywasher
of my yester eve
by Lush
i sincerely doubt
the constipated poet
can pass forth wisdom
by ash
there's a point when one
doesn't give a shit and then
does all their best work
by bhs
the esteemed haiku
shall remain unscathed henceforth
by reckless digits
by Lush
i wonder whether
insincere apologies
surpass mere silence
by Lush
well it's about time
someone pulled a me on here
it was pretty good
by black sheep etc etc
freedom to appeal
rise up and say how you feel
someone else's deal
by ash
i hear what you say
your ideas have merit
but it ain't haiku
by ash
fuck nepotism and irony and metaphor and meritocracies and borders and depreciation and the "time value" of money and principal and fear and ambition and obsolescence and Malthus and efficiency and endorphins and disdain and schedules and racketeering and threats and retribution and and and derision.
by Lush
i feel like a right asshole when soapboxing; but, dammit all. fuck all of the nuanced distinctions and befriend your neighbor and let's solve some of this shit. otherwise, toss it all. the art, the love, the property. fuck's sake.
by Lush
dash the division
and address poverty's house
most complaints downwind
by Lush
racism endures
homophobia allures
sexism, most pure
by Lush
something to be said
about pencils, they work in
space, as they are
remodeling, nope
no new space pens, just graphite
russian cosmonaut
by bhs
Old yellow pencil -
Blunt, worn eraser, chewed up.
More work, less of us
by Amongst The Rabble
topless patrons at
a topless bar, served coffee
it got burned down see
by bhs
herculean id
bound no more by balderdash
topples partitions
by Lush