no i'm glad i did
it was very amusing
it's called comedy

I bet that you wish
that you had not taken the
time to read all that

Hyperbolic junk
went clunk in the function trunk.
I'll go be a monk.

Edgar Allen Poe and I had been out drinking and partaking in various substances all night long... we were in his Porsche which is not a good car to go out hogging in. So, he went home (not too far away) to get his Mustang. We were taking these real porkers back to Ed's country cottage and we'd been smoking some opium and who knows what else... Edgar tries to roll a joint while driving and he loses control of the car, breaks through a barb-wire fence and we're speeding through this field at I'd guess 70 mph. And we're heading for this huge fucking oak, and I thought we were all goners, but then I yelled, "Poe! A tree!"

i feel like life is
this game people play before
we all pass away

and when it is done
and over, the game is done
no more playing, peace?

tomorrow never comes
because tomorrow is the
day always ahead

today is the day.
or maybe it's yesterday.
but not tomorrow.

let the lone wolf pine
I suppose like a clique does
then leave and relief

or wonder well what?
what happened to so and so
stories are social...

i take myself way
too seriously at times which
is why "break glass for

custard pie in emergency"
thank God i like custard

if the excesses
of the past are a problem
all you need to do

is add your ingredients
to the stew

When was the last time
you went outside to breathe air
instead of to shop?

Anger in excess
overwhelms serenity
and kills all beauty.

Bad Haiku was once
entertaining, funny even.
Alas, no longer.

coffee coffee coffee
seems to be the blood and
bones of many a mind

from the fast food joint
to the convenience store
to the truck stop

to the boutique selling
to upscale hipsters on the nod
and tourists

john clellon holmes
he didn't expire
he just had to GO

but i can't focus
on just the dark side because
it's not the whole scene

not the whole picture
mistakes, triumphs, births, noys
a breath of fresh air

and demon spirits
taking the form of youth and
a King of Kings

I gotta believe

it feels like that those
folks who survived the hope and
excess of xxx

get more toned down but
I wish today's gen knew what is
being lost with all

their twitter twatter

why do these great minds
decide to give in to some
moment of weakness

and just leave as their
epitaph a few tortured words
on line or on page?

if i were to end
my existence like hunter
or ernest before

I became a name
would i become a legend
if I blew my brains

out after a few books?
or what if I didn't do that
and decided life is

worth living? why do they
kill themselves, isn't suicide
a fucking cliche?

style is style, I like
letting it out shouting out
freestyle fun, floating

what if I actually do
fucking keel over and die?
that'll give you one less

person to fuck around with huh?

Ronald McDonald
and the Hamburglar affair.
Tabloid scandal sleaze.

Give thanks to Jesus!
Twenty plus centuries past.
Christ the King was born!

Shout it from the rooftops or get wrapped up in your Christmas wrapping.

"Hey, Santa, pass us that bottle will ya' ?" -- Jethro Tull

Slow down a little.
Or hand a sign on your neck:
All fucked up on meth.

(Or coffee and Dunkin Donuts, same thing really.)

Food anti-culture.
Hot dogs and cheap Budweiser.
Bloated belly belch.

Ah, what have we here.
While pig's away, sheep will play.
I work way to much!

So, VHS, on a serious note and all bullshit and fuckoffery aside. You seem like you're easily angered by low-lifes and assholes and I just hope you take care of yourself because, well, we don't want you keeling over on us. Ppl who get so pissed off at things tend to have hypertension. Just take care of yourself is all I'm saying. I was having that problem myself, but mostly from overwork and not eating right. (Back to the food culture thingy.) Relax, laugh, enjoy life. Regardless of how bad you think things may be, you can still get out for some fresh air. Do it now. The internet can suck the life out of you if you let it.... Okay, more work coming in. F. Big F.

Smoke. Smoke smoke, smoke smoke Smoke smoke, smoke-smoke-smoke, smoke. Smoke. Smoke smoke, smoke smoke. Dope.

team so and so
versus team such and such and
i don't wanna play

werewolfs and vampeers
and wtf happened to
the masquerade? shit

replaced by the worm
sparkly vampires and lycans
but ain't that fans

fantasy lovers all
woof woof and bite bite
and mine's methodist

unto me you got
the cd and the vinyl
recording spirit flesh

because some of the
haiku is actually "good"
before facebook whores

took over the net
and don't know no bettah and
twitter about facebook

you have the same god
damned contempt for poetry
I do food culture

we're fucking people
who showed up here over the
years and I can ask

you who are "evil"
who the fuck are you, if you
are you are, so shut

the zen up and add
your own crap to this so called
badhaiku.com site

What the fuck happened?
Where is all the poetry?
Aren't you all poets?

I'm not inspired.
I think I'll take a big poop.
And then I'll eat it.

Yummy yum yum yum.
Juicy brown poop in my tum.
Recycling food.

I'm wanting "the past"
to come back as a big well
appreciation

for irony and
how that can go along with
sincerity bites.

not sure who sheena
is but this one is a man in
theory on this end

Sheena? Is that you?
Now posting as... VHS?
A blast from the past.

I'm still here, I just
take different forms and post
slip sliding away

A decade later.
Does Grandma still have a cock?
What else have I missed?

Something is wrong here.
We want to know what it is
Can someone tell us?

Bowling for dollars
Might make me wanna holler
Caucasian scholar

Ten plus years have passed,
What has become of Sheena?
Ash? Anybody?

and do not forget
the punch bowl, wassailing
the senses and the lights...

(it it rum or vodka, but make mine a causausian larry)

sing hallelujah !
first we had divine presence
then divine presents

formatting atwist
what horrid gremlin is this?
my ill fingertips?

Shirley, you're joking!
Sorry, I had to say that.
Yeah, dogs are nasty.

Were there shiny strings
of aluminum Christmas
icicles in it?

Make me believe it.
Add these little details.
Make me see the puke.

;-) Merry Christmas!

Cat barfed a hairball
Dog ate this disgusting thing
Nasty animals

Buy me an ipad!
Buy it or I won't love you!
Merry Christmas, dad!

i guess the lights are
out and the commercial
idols of this time glow

What does Jesus mean
in your life and existence?
Do you pray often?

How miraculous
it must have been to witness
live the virgin birth!

But there were no pigs
in that Bethleham manger.
Just wise men and sheep.

Let's get Christmas-y!
Hark hear the bells and all that.
Come on VHS!

i can hear mister
george constanza right now in
my mind screaming out

loud "SERENITY NOW!!!!"
and we can add a few
more of those to that

as for you mister
pig, i am not meant to bear
your cross, or you mine

either bear your own, or
drop it off and leave it where
those sorts of things go

i was feeling real
hopeless enough to forget
those very words

John Three sixteen.
Don't ever forget these words.
And enter heaven.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

you can have a nice
literary career for a
tabloid press in england

df, i am sure