well Leonard Cohen
is not Leonard Nimoy but
we could say jews, both

men, the poet is
Cohen, the writer, singer
logical no doubt

I am not sure where
I heard the Gesture of those
people of vulcan

was the same gesture
made by rabbis on yom kippur
for their people's sins

argue if you wish
but if the force is with you
live long and prosper

yeah vulcan turned
into a singularity
was not my style

I smelled a horse fart.
Glorious reminiscing.
Galloping through grass.

Team doesn't matter.
Though the new stuff was ruined.
By J.J Abrams

so old or new star
trek, and why does it matter
if it does at all?

grits teeth...spoiled brats need
to sink or swim, because if
spoiled brats are in charge...

2008 all over again

I'm a homework whore.
I solve equations for cash.
Spoiled brats pass math.

A woman told me
that a foot is equal to
twenty-four inches.

Earth is very small.
I would like to see the stars.
To see new planets.

Yesterday is gone
Today is nearly over
Count your blessings dear

god damn, we can't be
cynical without some dumb
fuck with a cell phone

sharing the whole thing
like there's nothing private tell
facebook to fuck off

sucide by cop
interesting concept, pain is
too much, he shoots you

Bloody, virgin girl.
Holy dicks, God, what is love?
Paedophilia.

do not miss old days
where you had to turn a knob
long live the tv remote

election is nigh
pop tarts are overrated
diabeetus knows it

corrugated hate
folds upon itself, buttressed
flatten that hazard

torrid vehicle
burning up as she propels
passengers be damned

dy by dx
anonymous in fuego
light us up, captain

cordial badinage
vhs on the trigger
ideal rejoinders

For the down and out
the green grass of Pershing park,
becomes Shangri-La.

Procrastination.
Prophylactic prolific.
Reverse entropy.

My email is:
darthfigpucker@yahoo
dot com but of course.

My pen is penis.
Fertile ink wells are sperm cells.
I impregnate you.

Very soon to be.
Fifty thousand haiku.
Who will be the one?

The Viagra spam
Would be most appropriate.
We could call it art.

I'd rather solve a
differential equation
than write a haiku.

but of course a kind
word in politics or the
art of writing is

suicide

and it's funny, you're
writing poems condemning
poems that are you know

pretty damn good poems

ha ha ha! I am
the damned, poetry is the
very music of hell

VHS, do this:
Go buy yourself a young wife.
At the Philippines.

You will not be bored.
Your penis will be happy.
Poetry be damned!

laughs, I'm waiting for
someone to ask why I haven't
self destructed yet

I'm too fucking lazy
sloth will do the job for me
or my job just will

think about it, this
place beats twitter, short context
more real substance and...

less characters! (most of the time)

and boy oh boy how
I am hankering for some
hot thai noodles now

as for that "woumb woumb"
is the old vhs broke
eating the casette

damn it, if you hit
me on the head again to
"get me to run right"

I will tear up your
last copy of that art film
you will hear "woumb woumb"

just as kung pow is
about to beat karate
cow with a good move!

security code
'twas "favourably onhook"
if only, mon frere

as for ash, I vow
having lost beloved thrice
chin up, soul forward

those under twenty
we can safely disregard
for they know nothing

i'm under thirty
I, like, know everything ya'll
EVERYTHING is modern

multi stanza'd pomes
defeat the purpose haiku
distill your notions

newcomers galore
the interweb is replete
oldtimers beware

pedestrians, ho!
vhs off rails again
upgrade to blu-ray

damn it greedo, why
do you get the nonsense words
I didn't think of!!!!!!!

especially the nurse
in latex outfits and I
think she'll see you now?

humperuficus.
unambiguality.
fapfapfapfapfap.

Click on the hot link!
You can buy cheap viagra!
And stay hard all night!

"See a doctor if
your huge erection lasts for
more than 3 hours."

No, I don't think so!
I would rather see the nurse.
Grin, wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

you burnt so brightly
yesterday incandescence
leaving today's butt

so what tickles your
fancy then eh? party on
wayne? we're not worthy?

this "boring" is what
some people want at some time
in their lives, "boring"

my irish rear end

the world keeps turning
yet even while the sun shines
it's dark in my heart

Oh, I mean, puh-leez!
This is just the internet.
Nothing here transcends.

I would rather be
surfing waves on an tropic
island paradise.

The universe was
made so that I could party.
Poetry is dull.

Poems attempt to
fill a gap like throwing sand
in the Grand Canyon.

The gap is not filled.
You will never be happy.
Words are just useless.