don't feel pathetic
just as easily as that
i laugh at myself

introspection rules
the reasons for our being
are not your doing

perhaps I have my
use for you after all as
filters for some thoughts

so what do you of
great mind offer besides
ennui and critique?

so that of course means more
thomas merton references...

concatenation
an ineluctable chain
there is no refrain

where is the jungle
when occidental meets east
weakened hemispheres

retain the idle
fathom rhythms archaic
abandon pretense

no more merton refs
he co-opted the worst of
both the east and west

I take it no one
here read thomas merton
the wisdom of the crowd

is the end of humanity

a suicide jumps
to the streets, and they take cell
pictures of the event

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

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

Life is for the quick
Otherwise you might end up,
Squished on the sidewalk.

life is deceptive
you think it could last a while
and then suddenly...

life is too short to
worry anymore about
fill in the blank here

there's more important
things going on than my irks
or chicken fucking

Man f*cks a chicken.
Click on this here link below.
Cock-a-doodle-doo.

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

it just is and it's
up to me to do something
or nothing at all

want to escape to
dreams and drams but real life does
not go away

I get mad and then
wonder at the value of
getting up at all

there's art and then there's
anti art, the cycle keeps
going and I lose count

slipshod premises
swallow prime residences
torsion collapses

on the other hand
a wrist shackled prosthesis
embedded in bum

trivium beneath
ashen crust of spoiled relics
triumph of notions

array of products
modes of thought delivery
inequivalence

you're missing the point
the details are important
even to artists

what inspires us ?
the difference is content
versus discontent

Urgent loin longings
In the night, in the snowbank
Amber authograph

and sadly this leads
people to give up on being
creative at all

politics for example
tends to have conspiracies
and battles over trifles

middle management
has very much the same
qualities as such who

worry on these trifles

i'm down for the count
concerning that last haiku
add a syllable

take half a dozen
and any twelve step program
add your own cliff

if you are a cunt
convinced you know all you need
the cliff is two steps...

antique virtues and
antique vices, outhouse is
thataway ye gents

isn't that the magic
of the internet, two folks
I don't know wrote words

diving into life
we make our personal splash
pissing in the wind

elegies for none
as we gambol unbridled
'gainst prevailing winds

rivulets of wine
strains of the gullywasher
of my yester eve

i sincerely doubt
the constipated poet
can pass forth wisdom

there's a point when one
doesn't give a shit and then
does all their best work

the esteemed haiku
shall remain unscathed henceforth
by reckless digits

i wonder whether
insincere apologies
surpass mere silence

well it's about time
someone pulled a me on here
it was pretty good

freedom to appeal
rise up and say how you feel
someone else's deal

i hear what you say
your ideas have merit
but it ain't haiku

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.

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.

dash the division
and address poverty's house
most complaints downwind

racism endures
homophobia allures
sexism, most pure