Soma votes Nada
Soma, Bush is da winner
Soma is da weener

cabinetmakers
know all about good tight "joints"
and accurate "lines"

beorn thinks he's safe
voting for that nazi Bush
just cuz' he likes guns

Bush likes fat hookers
to put cocaine on his dick
sentence HIM to death

t-boner knows best:
hell bent on pussy and tits,
his eyes can fuck you

that damn election
i'm moving to canada
fuck that nazi Bush

The frost on my wang
it burns and cracks, destroying
I will never piss

Dead babies are bad
Kittens don't like mayonaise
I ate my weight cheese

When I cry at night
My tears smell like genitals
I fear honky-tonk

This isn't really a Hauku
Is it?
That 5-7-5 thing is bullshit

Bad Haikus are good
Sometimes good Haikus turn bad
Keep your eye out...wazzah!

Bush is horrible
Get out of the country now
Don't look behind you

....scent of luscious hay
..swaying over golden fields,
......gay finches mating

...a maple's rusting leaf
silently falls on brown earth
..falls on the brown earth

......Florida caper
seems to suggest a losing
...candidate's despair

...sheena's same sex thing
is like dining without forks
.....something is missing

..just lightly written
but with strong imagery:
....haiku's tradition

Just a gut feeling
You can't read the damned ballot?
You'd better not vote.

Too late to vote now
Its NRA forever
HaHa you hippies

i've posted one line
over the toke, too often
who votes i should ditch?

speaking of site hits
too many 'fixes' lately
i should really quit

ash:
anyway, you can't
you're at "the Bush," not U.S.
so, finally, moot.

haiku- to haiku:
we sing in different tones
irregular rounds

Beat around the Bush
Just how Gore-y can you get?
Made me wanna Ralph

anarchist at heart
i don't want to vote for bush
i want to munch it

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