Blood on the knob guy
Cops make you think of bad sex
Pull your "gun" Soma

Soma suck and chug,
Working with hangover king,
My asperin is gone.

Lots of hits here now
Perhaps it's time for some ads
What will Janis do?

kata, we could go
but then we'd be marked absent
better to surf net

sitting in my class
learning about nothing
i want to go home

washcloth:

dirty joke was you
sorry you missed the punch line
snicker heh heh hee

help me understand
the why and the werewolf cry
introduce the moon

she knows me, i know
but though we are not strangers
we pass and don't speak

nod-and-smile friends
i'd like a conversation
lucid lunacy

feel political
maybe i should just lie down
it will go away

the humor is gone
it sank with the titanic
on the ocean floor

cops make me nervous
excessive blood on the knob
cant open the door

thinking about me
forces me to realize
the hair on my back

lets talk politics:
shall i vote for gush or bore?
or write in soma?

t-bone's got the job
staring at a computer
and making money

a bunch of lame posts
where did all the humor go?
come on, make me laugh

what a lame excuse
for tying me in this noose
the games that one plays

what a poor blind fool
it is not yours to behold
but rather mine own

makes me so dizzy
running in social circles
brief insanity

bouncing in my dreams
what will put my mind at ease
all thoughts are cluttered

yearning for your lips
grasp my body make it roar
blissfulness in touch

Soma and anti
Will they ever really meet
Only in a dream

people's perspectives
pondering priceless pennies
plated in plastic

some fucking people
you just cant expect to much
way too full of shit

dog carpets heave sighs
computer hums boys silence
signals crayons on walls

hooded sweatshirted
long johned wool socked brown booted
pink cheeked expectant

oak leaf crisped by frost
a tree cleft holds a dead limb
an ocean of brown

thrill sparked by my words
it's an old indian camp
he runs through the woods

computer junkies
typing toward their destiny
digitized people

first, five syllables
then seven syllables, then
five. blah blah fucking blah.

i myself be one
yet i am not unity
he's somebody else

safest of safe sex
tail with epic precautions
big contraceptives

i cannot be here
mixing and making word games
this must all be fake

Gigantic afro
So impressive to behold
Worship my fluffy head

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