haunted by words and
thoughts, remembering what was
once that innovation

when the last voice
on earth goes silent will our
words remain behind

it all comes down to
money money money in
times wealth is not there

procure, invest, save
the joy of life becomes a
miser gloom and doom

we hear voices from
across the world from realms
seem as myths to us

She at the wheel; he
next to her, lewdly watching
slender thighs at work

i want to ask God
to inspire me to say
words that will make sense

to you after all
these fucking years but boner
pill ads, jesus christ

i guess this young man
perhaps wants us to czech his
website out now eh?

Math is a pure lie.
I just found the largest prime.
Shoved it up me arse!

At least this is not
a poetry reading where
geeks try to get laid!

My momma always
said haiku are like a big
box of chocolates.

let's think about so
called old music, variety
we must remember

so these things are not
forgotten by children raise
in a "system" world

early records haunt
one aspect of pubescence
mother, we are old

those lips like sugar
have pricked up mine ears once more
Doors open the floor

i just want to put
echo and the bunnymen
in just one haiku

no kidding, such is
how one reacts to a this
or that, it's free will

the matter of mood
arbitrary decision
it's all down to you

pass me the bottle
this is going to be a long
rest of my lifetime...

I hereby submit
a tidal, title reform
my mirror dot com

make it so then, that
words will still be used as tools
handwriting on walls

in new england wind
cider, leaves, tourists, woodstoves
good riddance tourists

no wait come back, we
need your business, ski lodge and
students as servers

I hope he comes back
maybe y'all don't care but
he's a good writer

(but obnoxious like yours truly)

is there a job for
a humanities ba
when one doth hath none?

mmhmm, and likewise
but life goes on just the same
and earth still rotates

when brevity counts
just seventeen syllables
can tell you "get fucked"

well i hope you do
decide otherwise to come back
and we can get to

writing haiku here
and not me being steamed on
some real life stress, i

hit a deer quite by
accident last saturday
and I was thinking

"does this guy know how
troubled that made me? does he
know me know me" no

likewise I don't know
people here either so here
we are scrawling words

internet graffitti
to total strangers as far as
I know, i thought the

same of you...

quite the oposite
I want to see a world where
we don't see crap on

8 o clock about
the recent disaster or
I want a world where

people are not scared
to enjoy the back roads or
have this occam's you

know razor, so, I'm just
a stubborn and harmless man
with strong beliefs who

would give you the shirt
off his back if he got bored
and would rather be

left alone and likewise

alright df, truce, you are a good
writer, come back and keep going

if you make the choice
you can stay dissatisfied
wherever you are

I am giving up.
You're the kind of weird nut case
that could go postal.

I don't want the guilt.
You'd machine gun a skate park.
And say it's my fault.

Goodbye bad art/poetry/rantings/ravings/humor.

Wow.

Look, it's all a joke.
Don't take it seriously.
Hatred is... passe.

It's out of fashion.
So Nineteen ninety and late.
Let go of your hate.

Embrace the humor.
Dig up the anger within.
And puke out laughter.

See the hair dyed green.
The crack head with welfare checks.
Laugh and you'll know peace.

Or wallow in hate.
Let these words destroy your soul.
Give in to your hate.

The Borg always say
that resistance is futile.
Maybe they are right.

I have to leave you dude before I hate you so badly I want God to take you home

i can't seem to stop
either, it's like vocal masturbatory
with or without me

they mock emos and
go ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
and mock and mock and

live for the Revolution
and fucking Slavjaw Slockjaw
takes up the cross

who is that fat slovakian marxist
who can't seem to decide if he's christian or not with the

rampage of different kids reading semiotexte books and so on
and bookstores probably

shutting down due to their activities and slavjoj something?

I am a negative creep
I feel like noserings and hairy arms
I have no idea how to write good

poetry, I hate drones
I hate this guy, I hate that guy
I hate myself, but

I hate you even more
and it makes me realize
my hatred gives me

something to live for

i feel the real life
drain on my real energy
no one knows who does

care about me what's
going on and gives simple answers
like "uh just sign off....it is that easy, i grew up in the 50s when drugs were hidden and black people were called negros"

doi!!!!!!

she finds her son with a post it note saying goodbye, his laptop smashed and him long off to hawaii to enjoy lovemaking to pele

as far as I am
concerned trolls as I have
been are like tapeworms

they suck the vital
energy out of a place
and become the one

"voice" until they choke
themselves out of existence

parasite kills the host don't you fucking know and parasite dies next

the whole point was to
make haiku, bad or good to
keep the thing going

I'm so upset I want to pray for you
but I can't

you're essentially dishonest

A martyr without
a cause is soon forgotten.
But then aren't we all.

you talk too much

Oh, well, my heavens!
The poor little teabagger
has had quite enough!

Here here, good fellow!
Time to put these socialist
beggars in their place!

Socialist "art" work
has no place on this refined
public message board.

Although I'd hardly
call poetry about farts
any sort of art.

And all this business
about beastiality,
it's rather horrid!

What sort of monster
could concoct such disgusting
nonsense as all that?!

I bet Obama
or his cohorts are posting
as Darth Figpucker

Just so that he can
piss off all you teabaggers
with socialist art.

If "art" pisses you
off, then you need to get off
of this small planet.

victor frankl

sure you might be a
good artist, but I've had quite
enough of you

Goan to jiggin ows.
Den be vuggin dem jiggins.
An' cut day heh off.

Day squeeze up on ya.
An yo goan screem all appy.
An yo nu' go dry.

Ib she ain porn stah
den ain nebber heerd ubb er.
She amtoor o whut?

ayn rand, ever hear
of this chick but we don't need
go on purpoose here

goan ee frie jiggin
den jrink me sim ahz coe bur
den burp lie err quaik

Who is John Galtness?
I have never heard of him.
Is he a porn star.

so if we find our
own John Galtness is it not
ironic, where's me