a while passes then
the traditional form looks
all the more pleasing

response, stimulus
response, stimulus hmm you
stimulus package

huh huh, he said stimulus...

he said package, heh heh

Lance has ants in his pants
that make him take a chance and prance and dance all the way to France in his underpants. If you by happenstance get a glance it will put you in a trance.

hmm if the nudies
are sleezy then isn't
that lunch naked too?

A burger and fries
at a sleezy nudie bar.
It's my naked lunch.

well what about the black
meat of the aquatic what
is it centipede?

the people puke and
eat and puke again,the whole
bill burroughs tainted

cheese thing, but I mean
what kind of wine goes with that
sort of naked lunch?

Acetylene Flowers
I can no longer live the lies you

Skull-fuck the chicken
Fun the mental cyst has ate her snatch
it's weird good meat, sir. ;-)

well fuck, the christian
fundamentalist has met his match
in weird, good meet sir

"I'm a mog. Part man,
part dog -- I'm my own best friend."
--John Candy as Barf

She was a magnetic pole dancer,
and he was a physicist from Berkeley.
They met at the last legal rooster fight in Oklahoma.
They have 4.3 children thanks to his job at the nuclear reactor research laboratory studying flavor enhancers for Skoal.
One of their children write haiku, but this is not one.

Memorial oookma

Fuck, I hate captchas!
Like Memorial oookma.
oookma's not a word!

in other words the schwartz
was used with great effect
and all quite too often

My Master named me
Darth Figpucker, the Highly
Inappropriate.

Limericks are fun.
Haiku are too short for me.
Too few of them rhyme.

There was a rich old man from nantucket...
He very loudly one day kicked the bucket.
He died screaming in bed
while his pretty young nurse was giving him...
his dinner.
And if you die like that, you're a winner.

improvisation
is the way to get your soul
to hang with your heart

I see the big wave.
All I want to do is ride.
To the stars and back.

It could be a whine
Whether or not I feel fine
Snickers to you Blue

I'll write what I write
if you like it or not, call
it tripe or shit...

it's mine

Pulling diaper tabs
Hoping for the best my love
Mudslide triggers rebirth

in recline with wine
plotting lurid crimes of mind
ineffectual

and then a lame one
standards met without acclaim
a silent triumph

a collective gripe
against hollow, timid tripe
this my site of might

and it is so on
my end of things, summer heat
winter comes, snow

can't win can we oh
canada to new england
too much snow or heat

the humidity
is oozing its way inside
my bedroom window

then again between films
with zombies and villians turned
good, what are the trends?

of course there's those you
call your friends and they just may
be that central weight

gives life that meaning

nothing stays the same
tenuous realities
uncertain futures

how to reconcile
many strive, others revile
i'll just wait awhile

boredom mutilates
alcohol and congealed fats
ruin the remains

fried prawns and foie gras
t. soprano ducked bullets
these took him downtown

I'm sorry, I'm a
thinking walter mathau and
the other guy there

from the very film
or the old man from pawn stars
makes me laugh a bit

those angry young men
become grumpy older men
human erosion

somehow the angry
younger man died in me and
replaced by well, what?

this isn't that big
a deal to me anymore
it's sad that that's so...

The sphinx's sphincter
and King Tut's butt banged by
Isis' strap-on.

Egyptian sushi
mummified, lubricated,
soy sauce enema.

The two-headed sphinx:
Spider Jerusalem's cat
smoking cigarettes.

Fibonacci primes
give me a huge erection.
(Huge for a gerbil.)

not my last gasp yet
but as for intolerance
my list is growing

Road kill giant rat.
Ten inches nose to ass.
Philippine beauty.

intolerance was
the last gasp in the life of
someone just fed up

no apostrophe !
such haiku catastrophe
prompts apoplexy

My haiku's are lame
Some of them are a real shame
It's the haiku game

speaking of illness
your recurrence has more troll
than trolololo

Nippress and Ash
Doing gay el sexo
Was married in
Gay Star Wars Themed
Wedding
As StormPooper
And Darth Gaydar
Now they Live
Gayily after ever
Janice the Hutt
Officiated the
Gay debacle.

unfortunately
chalk up another bad day
for recrudescence

date dots on the food
or was it masking tape on
ok it's a damned place

where people cook your
meals, and you go in and you EAT
your fois away

what happened to the
free internet and the paid
magazine? dead dead

they stole my haiku
and while we both have polish
mine has native shine

Farts used to wage war.
Sulfide stench in the trenches.
Damn my wife's big ass!

a warning then, may
be these are my first words and
far from the last ones