when the red oak leaves
fall they mostly land face down
aerodynamics

hearing the cats cry
she turns restlessly in bed
sighing she rises

.....a petrified rose
lies fallen on the carpet
...damn my snoring wife

touch of mother's hand
doesn't change a fucking thing
still there's magic there

from a satellite
the world is pixels across
on our monitors

.....a slight revision:


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

surrounded by love
i can be a smug bastard
so eat your heart out

Be right back a sap
Good game, Laughin my ass off
I'm laughin out loud

this is very borings?don't me
think? pokemon boring me
think.La la la la loaffy???

this is very borings?don't me think? pokemon boring me think.La la la la loaffy???

bad bad bad haiku
this is very bad haiku
bad bad bad haiku

World War Two Is Done
World War Three Is On Its Way
Man I Need A Beer

i did it again
the first line of course should read :
american vote

american voting
closest election ever
un-presidented

Bring me some good wine
daughters of kinky love gods
I dig things like that

Now the shameless plug
Check my site and submit poems
the big juicy ones

I embrace you all
with my mighty genitals
and leave you shaking

I'm on a mission
to electricate your soul
and get you airborne

did you hear something?
it sounds like ernest is back
so you'd best get down!

my space is boundless
absence of solidity
im free to dissolve

my mind is fuzzy
suspended above the fog
history unclear

humboldt county is
my home thats where I belong
under redwood trees

what is that i hear?
"beer, tobacco, firearms"?
where are the good drugs

the time hath cometh
tightly locked in the sober
release is essence

how 'bout a hummer?
haven't had one since summer
she said no, bummer

the office is mine.
Jeb guarantees the sunshine
state. Kiss my ass, Al.

castles made of sand
squse me while I kiss the sky
in my purple haze

whatever your vote
you get a politician
then the counting stops

you can count on me
death isn't a syllable
often a sentence

My gun is loaded
Time for some target practice
Voted for George Bush

the space of soma
from there shall come that which is
whatever that means

he who is a beast
has relieved himself of pain:
of being a man

Listen Mr. Green
I threw my vote away too
Bitter as you are

this is all there is
i guess there is nothing more
so whats going on?

first i was here
then realized i was there
i guess im not sure

Once I drank a beer
Once to prove I had no fear
There goes my liver

the buggers thoust pick
are scabs on your cranium
picking at your brain

last time that i heard
"inevitable" had more
than 5 syllables

So.....soma r u
.....buggering...? as u compose
your many haiku?

inevitable death
maximum interventions
the same old result

my large intestine
frankly gives more than a damn
i'm gone with the wind

picking one's buggers
requires the perfect tool
a spoon will do fine

the people are right:
we do need president bush
to play the puppet

yes eob1
george bush is just Your master
so suck his dick good

I can't feed myself,
crap and wee in my depends
and I vote for 2

it doesn't matter
it really doesn't matter
so, why all the fuss?

having that feeling
like I have read this before
just had it again

We Floridians
Fuct you all over but good
Ha ha, jokes on you

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

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