you are outnumbered
in life as in death by those
condemned as fuckwads
by vhs
Vaccine deniers;
Epidemiological
fuckwads of the earth.
by Janis
eat, drink and be but
boy does it piss me off when
food becomes status
not something to enjoy
by vhs
after that you rot
you can do that earlier
but it's less pleasant
by ash
do your time in life
then do your time in death and
after that then what?
by septic funeral
it's just extremely
hard for me to follow adverb
ish verbose statments
(I liked it though)
by vhs
inescapably
autobiographical
ineluctable
[alas]
by Lush
grins, is this place a
hive of haiku and mos
eisley style critters?
by vhs
I've spent my whole life
somewhere amongst the rabble;
Where else would I be?
by Amongst The Rabble of Somewhere amongst the rabble
I was bs, that
was short for bullshit it was
meant for irony
is it not an thing
ironic that irony is
a dead thing then...then...
by vhs
I drank a bit and
opened a freaking twitter
I must have been drunk
by vhs
Haiku comes and goes
Inspiration is lacking
Need a mews right now.
by William
no, no... vhs
tried to submit void haiku
met by gate master
by Lush
I take that personally dude
by vhs
experiment failed...
how to signify nothing?
ellipses taboo
by Lush
if I post something
here maybe you guys will get
going and post more stuff
by vhs
my knee is throbbing
it's hot from staphylococcus
beware spurting pus
by ash
hot throbbing proceeds
time constricts, and then inflates
thump, thump... thump, thump... thump
by Lush
as the pulse quickens
kick the fm radio
and dial 9 1 1
by Lush
a rythmic pulsing
by tempo and depth hastens
Billy Squier: (The) Stroke
by Lush
Not been on a bike
since i was 18, came off
1963
by William of 650 Bonneville
so i dropped the bike
and slid across the roadway
but i'm not dead yet
by ash
I hear my name called
Come William, come dance tango
OK I'm coming.
by William
I hear my name called
Come William, come dance tango
OK I
by William
I don't quite think in
floral language, I don't know
what you call my style
by vhs
critique of style meets
difference of taste, still one
has to be themselves
by vhs
how myriad tools
don't suffer for ambition
beggars my belief
by Lush
balance of my time
carousing and repenting
vacant, relenting
by Lush
anniversary
of time ill spent, composing
and well spent reading
by Lush
I'm xorry. we have these
memories for a time and
come back, visit them.
by vhs
Many hours spent here
my salvation whilst my wife
Lay slowly dying
by william of Thank you Janis.
Very, very bad.
So very very not good.
Can't help but laugh ha.
by achelray of T-Drizzle
My sweet bad haiku
Horrible fucking poems
A whole 16 years
by Janis of TDot.
the site grows older
but some trolls never grow up
blow me, zabadoo
by ash
sixteen but not sweet
happy birthday bad haiku
i love you long time
by ash
In a creepy house
I found an old creepy doll
Got out of there quick
by Shirley Smothers
Want to learn the truth?
Listen to politicians
Do the opposite
by William of Self-serving egotists
now I know why I'm
glad gen x is "over", folks
seem less x files and
the deal is more real
the challenges are concrete
rather than stale ghosts
by vhs
why do I feel like
the older folks get they get
cynical and cool
by vhs
in other words there's
a history of the end
of the world out there
by vhs
The Cuban blockade
The free world the missile crisis
Annihilation
by William of Meadia bullshit
The end of time's here?
who cares heard it all before
Were wiped out so what
by William of Theres nothing you can do about it.
congratulations
on mind reading, Chowderhead
you busted that shit
by Lush
Sleep eludes me on
the AM Midtown Direct
thanks to Coughing Guy
Why not sit next to
Cell Phone Lady or Full Blast
iPod Hipster Ass?
by Chowderhead
at the turning points
in history how did folks
live thinking there was
no time left to live?
by vhs
why do people you
know even bother when there
is no tomorrow?
must be instinct
by vhs
whether this is the
end times or not some days the
weather does not shine
by vhs
nostradamus plays
more on history channels
than facts about pasts...
by vhs
I wrote that? what now
layer of hell did I go
to to dredge that up?
by vhs
the senses dulled down
survive the bad moods, ennui
paradiso revived?
by vhs
