essentializing
making the unkown more known
further from the truth

fuck those napster fools
no longer do we have rights:
stop rapeing hard drives!!

the "apparent" world
is what is beyond the "real"
The former is truth

this is not the end
nor is it the beginning
its just a circle

this aint poetry
far cry from rythmic patterns
more like excuses

concieving this mess
thinking about not thinking
i thunk all my thoughts

..hurricane storm, fuck
blew away my damn garden
..dead frog at the door

....the aha moment
revealing nature's esse
..or an event's ahhh

....juxtaposition
kidare and the kijo
are haiku's essence

....nuns without habits
now that's what i call holy
....the best way to go

....nuns without habits
now that's what i call holy
....the best way to go

......you okay, mama?
need some time to be alone?
...you can always call...

..cud it realy b
ernst unity n ash
...r 1 n d sam?

microscopic sex
Is what I am looking for
You masqueraders!

you anemonae
It was I who loved you most
So how about that?

....sorry, frenchy babe
the closest i come to chicks
...are my big round eggs

Ah ha ha haha
I will bite my thumb at you
silly italian

one more erratum
"ARE both faces of the same coin"
as if it matters

..."(you) comprehend not"
the silent "you" was built-in
........conjugational

let me paraphrase
"they have lost their sense of 'wah'"
but then, whatever

Identify me
you visionary poet
you know what I mean

.Oh, dear God, it's you
Anybody but you, please
..G-Good God, not you!

Visit my kitchen
And you will burn yourself bad
Nebucanezzar!

We did so much dope
we made a left turn on mars
but we still got there

I was gone too long
But I know you all love me
So let's get naked

Here I am again
To freak you right the f out
Ernest Unity!

dead ant. dead dead ant.
dead dead dead dead dead dead dead ant.
dead dead ant. dead end.

when i was younger
wasn't very long ago
and remains that way

redeemed my voucher
procrastinating libran
now, what shall i buy?

You like my Chinese?
Butt hole flexing with hot flames
potstickers gone bad

the very air melts
distant rumble of thunder
rivulets of sweat

passionfruit flower
mother nature on acid
divine providence

for my job i heal
leisure time i mostly waste
killing aliens

she is inside out
floating to oblivion
i will just look on

she is inside out
floating to oblivion
i will just look on

brilliant november:

shake me like a tree
you bright wind, rustle my leaves
make me sway and wake

if i could let it
my autobiography
would read fuck it all

lust and haiku
are the only things that help
ease this endless pain

i can't even read
my heart is so fuckin' broke
nowhere to run to

correctly aligned
margins and motivations
the right thing kills me

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