in an ideal world
i would be thin, rich, well hung
and good looking too

one man's shit is but
another man's money so
pile on the shit and

grow something

blow out the candles
the icepick in the shit cake
means the party's over

i would not do that
says a voice in my mind but
i do write haiku

Can't get credit cards
You would think that cash would do
So it goes I guess

trying to be hip
when hip is dead and we all dead
and we should but don't

books are likely dead
I saw a mom in a thai food
joint having her son

watching cartoons on
a freaking tablet, ike what
do you think of the

interconnected
military experiment
called the internet?

Jesus Christ for
God's sakes they don't get beavis
and butthead jokes, GOSH!

I want to hit that
rewind button but today's kids
have no idea what rewind means

I'd like to think art
or writing can change the world
but society lost

it's way and we have
to say there's evil and there
always will be, can

you defeat hitler
with a painting or with the
might of the firearm?

well do you accept
yourselves, now do I get to
hear how people, why

everyone here seemed
so freaking depressed, gen x
indifferent?

Junk mail I actually don't mind receiving Haiku

Pretty young women
Lingerie, panties and bras
Thank you Frederick's

my heart is beating
but the rest of me feels dead
how did that happen ?

I was going to
leave this site like so many
times before then you post...

I believe only in vhs. never give up giving up giving up. our host is perishing from within. huzzah.

is glass half empty?
or is glass half full? who care?
just pour me more beer!

inspired by haiku 1726

what does virgo got
that scorpio don't got it
knows how to shut up

everyone has this
graft and crap and and and and
goes on doesn't it?

I have given up
on giving up because faith
just won't fuck off babe

everyone wants to
dis each other but gen x
is dead but alive

we recongnized
illusion yet embraced it
and took the money

and we ran and thus
we lied to others and ourselves
and boomers believe

their own bullshit

I think I just give
up on lost souls here, there's no
writing for you all...

Today I farted
The stench of a thousand hells
Wafting from my ass

Actors, audience:
We are part of the drama,
even when we watch

we stand back and watch
their drama unfold as a
play is the one thing

more than a day late
and trillions of dollars short
fiscal cliff deferred

the world keeps turning
no matter how one tries to
stop it spinning but...

I am dizzy

old year departed
and a new one has arrived
yet more of the same

Day by Day by Day
Earth, Moon, Sky, Sun, Universe-
Seconds, Minutes, Hours.

the snarkiness of
this place makes me nostalgic
for this snarkiness

and so irony
the last refuge for those who
waste their time living

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?