one might fairly ask:
Why in the fuck do you care?
I reply: I'm fake.

and fanclub posters\
fall short of idolatry
by an ass hair's width

most heroes are borne
upon a cirrus of fiction
these are wispy clouds

I wrote a haiku
about the game sudoku.
It was pure poo poo.

so long people
enjoy your haikus and
talk amongst yourselves

laughs, if that's all you
got, I might as well give you
my phone number and we

can talk about me and
dressing up as santa and
we can play the game

of 50 shades of ho ho ho

I hate Santa Claus.
He should be raped by reindeer.
Along with his elves.

it's been many years
shoot it down if you must but
merry christmas

wasn't there a song
called Detachable Penis
by King Missle? hmm

the world could not end
because christmas would have been
cancelled, take that you

mayas...charlie brown
wins this battle but charles schultz
redheaded girl, real...

oh canada it
is that time of year where it's
cold and salt with ice

I ain't talkin margarittas now

abandon fabrics
circumvent convention, ho
streak where possible

the gravitation
threatens our pure expansion
we grow or collapse

I'll go ok, the old
poetry slam is still on
about such metaphors

Today my Penis fell off and onto my shoe.
Then I picked it back up and reattached it with glue.
But then when I did, my hand fell off too.
Now when I get an erection, I wave "Yoo Hoo!" (My hand stuck to it with Super Glue.)
What will you do when I wave at you?

Will you faint, or scream or run away?
Perhaps you'll like it, perhaps you'll stay.
Perhaps you want to be leprosy fisted.
Shit, I'm twisted.
Black-listed bastard.
Evade Dave is Evade Dave backward.

well we have tightness
in our hearts and shock and all
I can do is post

my alter ego
has naught to confess these days
prime minister: truth

universal woes
tyranny knows no border
peace, a fickle friend

educated mass
'Merica bashing is stale
let us ALL forbear

You need guns if you
Have a very small Penis
So Americans?

Don't know what to say!
twenty dead little children
and NO gun control!

flag is still at 1/2
mast, 20 will never see
7 or 8 or 9....

having a Sunkist
amid some good vibrations
seems insufficient

theory in practice
I dind't start the war, son
who will stifle it?

I can only put my
flag down at half mast today
and can say no more

Ikea Monkey
learns the emptiness of a
new Billy bookcase.

there's more than one way
to not give a shit and one
way is to not give a shit

some people walk away
not giving a shit, oh mr
bukowski, I can hear you moaning

when an introvert
gen xer acts tough? tilts head does
this compute? error error

zap zap, does not execute
malfunction, pass the nachos
I need a cheap red

ok then if this is
so, go ahead and go to war
if you see the limbs

of your comrades, those
who fought in war come back
shaken, changed, they want

to build, I've never
been to war, never been over
there, it is not a game

well we took violence
to new heights in the 1990s
with Mortal Kombat...

ripping out hearts and heads
became cartoonish and parodyish
"FINISH HIM", splat gush

like Wile E. Coyote with blood
and guts...rediculous
the real thing is Hell

a guy at Denny's
said to me, "walk away" and
it was very true

order the nachos

bullshit. some guy at
a bar in waterville shot a
guy who had two kids...

this asshole killed a
father and you're speaking in
theories. walk away

these soldiers of peace
art the minions of cowardice
stupendous menace

listen up matee
there's no virtue in weakness
become what beckons

zero pretext here
i trode the paths enlightened
that crap is folly

hatred thru nature
my opposite bares a cheek
smite it as the first

a declaration
finished with the timid shit
my flag is deep black

heartache and longing
limiting social constructs
rage with enmity

I am speechless for
I am amused but I am
still speaking, what gives

"Awesome! Cool! Awesome!
Awesome! Awesome! Cool! Awesome!"
A quote from my boss :(

A talk with my boss
After this, I ask myself,
"Why do I work here?"

anthony bourdain, I
see him back then, focused, mad
and he looks better

with grey hair, fitter
he is a decent writer
from my point of view

the state in life when
I feel in the wilderness
and nothing doing

and we are used to
whatever that is it just
doesn't shock no more...

Some Haiku is good
My Haiku stinks like garbage
I am envious

it's not easy to
see christmas lights because it
reminds me who's not here

hallmarky things make
me mad but cynicism does
too, dead loved ones gone

the ones that stick by
have their own issues and
survive my own flaws

If I tried to sound
crazy and funny here I'd get
shot down real fast

blissfully clueless
is how I describe the gen
after yours and mine, crude

a lacklustre dome
entombs an autumnal daze
but one shade of grey

whilst beaded in sweat
or "abead" if you prefer
i bead a handbag

origin unknown
it shapes and shades each contour
who ( the #@!% ) turned on the lights?