at the turning points
in history how did folks
live thinking there was

no time left to live?

why do people you
know even bother when there
is no tomorrow?

must be instinct

whether this is the
end times or not some days the
weather does not shine

nostradamus plays
more on history channels
than facts about pasts...

I wrote that? what now
layer of hell did I go
to to dredge that up?

the senses dulled down
survive the bad moods, ennui
paradiso revived?

beagle on my lap
but I sense a looming crap
shall sleeping dogs lie?

craving a speedball
Irish Coffee won't suffice
venomous River

what do you call this
driftwood when it washes up
on shore at 5 am?

nude in a hammock
stretched across a neighbor's porch
swinging morning wood

this is the time of
year of splitting wood and of
splitting headaches, fall

holidays, shopping
pissed off managers asserting
peon power, fudge

the christmas show
the season where love comes trapped
in a box o' wrap

Autuminal hues
Cold misty mornings bird song
long winter shadows

Intolerable
Bad Haiku has lost its "Bad"
We need more postings

a broken motive
shuttered with tacit notice
provokes mutterance

a hellscape anon
whereabouts we lilt, aimless
boundless, without point

patterns arising
from simply interlaced threads
omigosh, l'hopital

perhaps the reverse
a dalliance in blank verse
tossed to the lions

a lovelorn letter
for an audience of none
shattered matter falls

all it takes is one
good or bad event to crush
or awaken voice

As the Earth rotates
Too much of anythings bad
But Sun I miss you

Isolation sucks
Ebola virus not bad
Come give me a hug

Pains me to say it
But its rather slow on here
Muse deserted you?

I don't know who is
worse, a cruel mistress or a
cruel master. both cut...

how they cut and with
what one rips the flesh but she
murders the damned soul

mistress most cruel
never turn your back on her
nature will ass rape

if a tree falls on
one who sought no prime shelter
should anyone care?

J. Bieber mirrors
Linda Blair in Exorcist
All of it makes sense

50 people dead and
a bit of damage done, this
is not a good thing

sandy gets all wet
giving that extreme blow job
she's going coastal

oi vey, with the cheese
on the burger on friday?
ok, where's the a1?

ahh, you're killin' me
get's no respect, i tell ya
resignation, mine

bent over before
a floor to ceiling mirror
uttered, "hello, balls."

two poets enter
one a priest, one a rabbi
neither tells a joke

Well I did not laugh
But I did manage a smile
So thanks you people

well I can say this
after all these years you birds
are consistent

lift a glass to ASS
knot-heads and conquests alike
this poem doth suck

find idiocy
in noose of moderation
chin up, dear William

palace of wisdom
at the cul de sac of excess
according to Blake

carnivorous, I
these haiku are for the birds
feed me an epic*

* a sonnet will do

the thing is wisdom
brings much pain but you must
forgive yourself for

just being human

feeling so fed up
Im in great need of something
Please make me to laugh

Worn out foolish man
Well I had no chance did I?
So much time wasted

life! you

Sorry to you all
anyone I've offended
Life is so dam hard

Life full of regretes
I've made so many mistakes
Life is a huge Maze

When the gold is gone
Only memories remain,
Long and winding road.

the shock of seeing
a man broken in spirit
kills my selfish heart

The colour gold rules
Richness of tone briefly shines
then its gone
just like the sunshine

we call em other
then we fall in love then we
have "inter-race" kids

acrid, rampant source
toppled by volume, beneath
massive denouncement

myopic dunces
and gender neutral maroons
fuel the intrusion