and darth is a well
better writer than I am
so well, are we nuts?

the rest of the net
gone all flat and bland and corped
out, soroyama

where the hell is your
sexy cyborg women here
well dr. who's good

well what about the
french, escouffier and wine
and cheese, no heart probs.

don't get me started

We Americans
eat not for hunger, but fun.
Why do they hate us?

Balut McMuffin (R)
Hard boiled duck embryo
On toasted rice bread.

Abortion clinic
is right next door to McD's.
Is it really duck?

there's ethnic choices
in food in mcdonalds and it
sounds better the choice

peeps in india
have as well as japan they
might sell them here hmm?

well pink is the cute
pop star who is kinda punk
commercially and...

the meat grinder thing
you see my mind works like that
without drugs, so think

of my mind up on
something, I'd become a
fucking accountant

"numbers, numbers!!! wow"
but I suppose, ever read
The Phantom Tollbooth?

"If my crack clenches,
fist it open before I
use it and lose my stool."
--The Poo
Almost a haiku.

we're just two lost souls
oh by the way, which one's pink ?
well my mind's a blank

I had a friend in high school
who thought the lyrics were:
"How can you have any pussy
if you don't beat your meat?"

Ah, the good old days.
Watching freaks trip on acid
at Pink Floyd The Wall.

to reply dryly
it's not about just deserts
but rather desserts

how can I get any
pudding, if I don't eat my meat
of course for pig...

that is an open ended question
open for discussion

Now children, play nice!
Or you will sit in time out
and get no desert.

Japanese poets
get high on sniffing panties
from vending machines.

I went snorkeling.
Radioactive blue fish
nibbled my nut sack.

even next to you
the distance between us two
is significant

I think calling a
person an ignorant gaijin
when, you're from where

canada? come on.
even those with honor had
tempers but ethos...

self flagellation
introspection and venom
it's just bad haiku

The native had climbed
a coconut tree and then
jacked off to tourists.

Much skill and talent
the little monkey did have,
ogling beach girls.

Pina colada
with extra protein, anyone?
I'm glad I don't drink.

fight or flight brain kicks
in, makes a move, the reptile licks
chomps, eats it's prey then

advertizes for geico

the pigs, the pigs, are
often wondering why we
turn them to bacon

and the demons tore
the limbs from the soul until
cast out by the light

Drinking hot chocolate.
In the Philippines summer.
Just because I can.

hunter and hemmingway
blew their brains out at their end
and what's his name there

hung himself which sucks
but when pain exceeds creation
the death instinct piles in

kerouac's liver blew
i will not throw pearls before
well you know the verse

and you know that is
what I think of you all here

a lot of people
who are creative are often
self loathing losers

and I suspect that
is true of many who come here
and will not be too

generous until
they get their heads out of their
rear ends and allow

for people to be
themselves without feeling the
need to be a type

who belongs to a
clique, phony tradition
and is truly themselves

a lot of what are
artists are passive aggresive
egos and ego is

all samsara, and to
let go, well that takes somework
now does it not?

where's the guy who says
he hates thomas merton, did he
take a break or what?

if someone can crush
someone by their will alone
then it is a show

of their own deluded
power, but it shows they can
if they must, a lot

of the art of the
samurai was about not pulling
the sword out at all

men are basically evil
we like sex and power and domination
some just aren't honest enough

to admit it

either learn to enjoy
my ennui, or get the hell
out of the way so

I can leave my mark
if you're serious about "seppuku"
I'm serious about hell

i just can't shut up
I mean it's like a roulette wheel
on perpeutal motion

hope it lands on double zero
take your bet, place the chips
where will the ball land

it's like a tea house
with a church bell going off
shaking the symbol

for peace, resounding war
aching for the heart of
perfection that never comes

never was, never will be

must be the haiku
police, get them out of my
head, I got fucking tea

powder and dinging
bells and that chick, where's
musashi when you need him

life ends not by the
terms of man, but by the terms
of fate, choice and time

anyhow a lot of writers are self righteous douchebags who think their shit doesn't stink but they're just used to the smell

now suicide is quit
pretty much, and I can't quit
I got a job to do

man this is the most
Glen Beckish on acid trip
I have ever taken

and so your answer
sir is a resounding no, my
honor remains with

me, I take my blessing with me
walk on and let the wrath visited
on sodom and gommorrah

come to your doorstep
may God have mercy on your
unforgiving soul

like I said politics
is all too often tradition
stale, dead tradition

the meiji restoration
of course led to world war ii
but the russians came

to learn first hand what
the japanese people were
capable of, and what

but did the sun set
on the land of amaratsu
no, she rose again

as she does every day

from alaska to eastport

but this almost seems
like one of those cartoons where
goku fights aliens...

you are a voice who
calls a curse on a christian
who's master could true

with a word wither
a tree to death, what fruits
you bear, figs, or thorns?

I am a ronin ash
you challenge me, perhaps you
are the one who needs

to experience the
book of five rings, on levels
you have not yet known

seppuku for you
tradition not politics
ignorant gaijin

eventually however
the rent is due, and whatever
we did with our lives

we are vacated
from our bodies and go somewhere
and life goes on

my critique is there's
a core of people who are
regulars and there's

people who just post
and go, and sadly you've well
lightened up, but I

take you all too seriously

anyhow some actors
have shit movies and good movies
and people are fickle

so it is with poets and writers and likewise and the internet is a very
graffitti form of expression

well like all bullshit
it's politics and who likes
who and who doesn't

your streams of conscious-
ness appear to have repeat-
edly neglected

the tying togeth-
er of three discrete ide
-as, one to each line

otherwise it's real-
ly just prose broken arbit-
rarily in three

I just wanted to
have fun writing things but it's
just not fun anymore

5, 7, 7.
1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89...
Fibonacci Parmesan.
(G^n - (-1/G)^n)/sqrt(5)
Burp.

Rose petals open.
"I smell sex and candy here".
My proboscis inhales.

Still it's Bad Haiku
So who cares about number?
The Haiku police?

so intent was i
that my count was incorrect
the shame of it all

merely dividing
syllables into separate
lines isn't haiku

you get what i mean ?
the plan is five seven five
not divide into three

yes he's write, we need
more actual haiku as
oposed to this "angst"

why are people driven
more by food indulgences
and celebrity chefs

in this current time
is the zeitgeist if you can't
eat it it's not there?

housewives at home check
gossip shows and other dry
sundry it twists my

guts, where's the prof
wrestling, oh btw mick foley
likes tori amos