limp his hand and arm
lay forgotten at his side
no choice to his gaze

scuffed shoe kicks again
and again against old bones
the dust is rising

Helping Abe escape
Has become the focus of
All my leisure time

i see the future
it glistens like pure water
reflecting people

i here the bytes flow
through beorn and anika
sounding like beauty

this is the haiku
that i promised to write you
i hope you like it

haiku, i like you
flow from me as poetry
dripping from the web

old habits die hard
judge not the cut of my cloth
nuns the worse for wear

someone else's line
repetition was to blame
brought me to account

cops make me vomit
to serve and protect, my ass
they are all sell-outs

not sure what to think
confusion overtakes me
is this all there is?

that which is not this
can only be something else
it's not apparent

it's just a nickname
that stuck a long time ago
nothing more than that.

sisters don't have to
wear ugly clothing, i know
mine borrow my stuff

ex-nun halfway house-
do they teach them to swear, smoke
or just kick the habit?

Not Phobic, or Anything:

if anyone cares
i'd just like to state clearly
lezz thing was a Joke

ash, i am shocked! Shocked!
YOU erred in calculation?
next time don't judge us.

french, nobody said
you had to call yourself that
why pick a bad tag?

Go to my website
punkskamusic dot net
Great haiku isn't it?

bad haiku counting
my syllables excessive
the shame of it all

old habits never die
they give them to newer nuns
after some mending

old habits never die
they just get lost
within the coverup

It's been a week now.
Old wounds scab over again.
Hope she's happy now.

The plane did not crash.
It flew into granite clouds.
Just got disappeared.

Sheena, the world sucks.
When your only true love leaves,
and your nickname sucks.

Ronin, I think
we might both be lesbians?
I love naked chicks.

Throwing rocks at tanks.
Almost in the Jetson's age.
Can't they do better?

having a bad day
zombies want to eat my brains
yep halloween sucks

It imitates life
Twentieth Century Fox
Makes me feel ugly

.wait...umm, er...okay
.maybe i am a bit harsh
the world is theirs, too

homos are for pricks
who have lost their sense of being
neither here nor there

........cacophonical
luscious sounds come to my ear
......tranquilizing moi

.ahh...women, who can ever
hope to configure them all:
.....unreachable stars!

.."neither good Nor bad"
that was what i meant to say
....satisfied, monsieur

the same words spoken
at the same time eyes meet spark
and the world stands still

tongue tracing contours
slides so slowly saliva
creates chilling paths

mountian silhouette
backlit by pale morning sun
valley rests in black

poisoned lesbians
thrash about kicking up dust
frenchy is watching

cold world spins through space
the pin light stars do little
to illuminate it

wind whips her wet hair
against pink cheeks and red lips
swollen, strangely warm

mO'mama even

mamama, how's tricks?
you glow like you been on vac.
no, whoops, that's poison

frenchy, gotta laugh
no wonder he liked our stuff
he thought- lesbians!

crafted from torment
the shield around my heart is
radioactive

thin sleet on the wind
as it whines in off the sea
i shiver, walk on.

whoops, forgot my name
as if anybody cared
the world is so cold

ash:

radio active
can you sing? bad pun, i know
karaoke sucks

Ronin, I wonder
Maybe you are a homo?
not disappointed??

I grab all the stars
I grind them into dust and
run around the sun

i could pick you up
and make a meal of your heart
if i wanted to