Brown is the new black
Which makes black the old yellow
Oh look, my modem
by Kenneth Extension
Local radio
Microphones too close to mouths
Spongey beard scratches
by Kenneth Extension
paroled from texas
pastilence-elect. Save your
electricity
by quasimodo
submit no haiku?
submit too, any hand will do.
submit to HAIK! -oooo
by north of ukiah-haiku
Have I spel t act
How did I act it all out
the whole idea of ME
by Anonymous Poet
Punk at Sotherbys
Vivienne and McLaren
this ain't anarchy
by mellie of near the Coral Sea
ryan is the best
i love his dog jasminian
he likes grenada.
by i'm sorry ryan ericson of ryan's favorite place
anonymous, huh?
i guess cat got you now, huh?
ryan knows nothing.
by jenn fuckin krantz of spain, france
I love my friend jenn,
Her dog sasha is awesome,
she drives a focus
by Anonymous Poet
sasha is my dog
i love her so very much
and so does the world
by Anonymous Poet
Better is a state,
Anthro is a prescribed art,
Welcome to your self
by sea dog of some island in the south pacific
I cant stand anthro
If someone would help me soon
I would be better.
by jenn krantz of paris, france
Anthropology,
Existence precedes essence,
I transcend theory
by sea dog of some island in the south pacific
if anarchy rules
then it isn't anarchy
it's some other thing
by ash
don't recount that you
can really not REcount what
was uncounted first.
by quasimodo
I still remember
you I don't know til you do
tell me I should hear
by matuseksquared
not on your page, babes
my heart cum flows; oh you bet
and not on your ass.
by tobabes
storm, no sky above,
blind sleet seems no earth at all,
still the snowflakes fall.
by trencher-rephrase
cowboy who never
saw a cow, makes voters mad,
"let them have a cow."
by unconceding
the wyght wyght wyghts the
wyght wyght's wyghted wyght, her wyght
NEAR Eros tonight
by Brett
don't recount that you
can't really REcount that which
wasn't counted once
by quasimodo
janis, sympathies
'puters are just so wicked
evil incarnate
perverse and mulish
yet even as we howl
rage at stubbornness
we mourn their passing
eulogizing them fitly-
"fuck it died agaaAIiiiinn!"
by sheena
ash, why do you care
if democracy crumbles?
you'd like anarchy
by sheena
sniffle snif ah-CHOO!
all i've been doing except
punctuating coughs
by sheena
So bleak the winter
The city by the canal
Cheer up younger bro'
by Janis
it never does stop
killing us all in the end
time's not on my side
by micah of port colborne
annoying neighbors
all day long, the pounding bass
those fish abusers
by dirty washcloth of SantaClara, CA
I stare at the screen
A glossing over of eyes
The blue screen of death
by Janis
Making a new game
Seems like it would be so fun
Mostly confusion
by Janis
you should see this site
but be warned about the risks :
you may die laughing
http://www.total.net/~fishnet/
by ash
yes i can spell tact
but as i rarely use it
what does it matter ?
by ash
ash learned how to spell
think what this means for haiku
no limitations
unbounded syntax
in a world constrained by words
but can he spell tact?
by soma of onthedefense
Who let the Dogs Out? Woof, Woof
woof woof-woof, who let the dogs out,
they wailed.
by sonatine
An ode to
Tivo:
Sony component
Learn my TV preferences
Record me some
Copsby Janis
i may well be weird
but at least i can spell it
and the word "loser"
by ash
you people are wierd
all speaking drunken english
'bad' doesn't mean 'dumb'
nor does it imply
abandoning sanity.
seek mental health now
by soma of ontherampage
I simply can't wait
Four years of President Bush
Watch country crumble
by Janis
after pregnant pause
america has produced
abortive results
by ash
i don't like going
i quite like hanging around
procrastinating
i do like coming
i quite like taking my time
not masturbating
by ash
sexing is the best
humping is even better
roar roar roar roar roar
by Anonymous Poet
you are dead tonight
killing we should go at night
blood blood we like blood
by Anonymous Poet
Frozen mountain tops
Someone went up to smoke weed
He died onthe top.
by Terence Wong
Frozen mountain tops
Somene went up to smoke weed
He died onthe top.
by Terence Wong
she is destruction
an ill wind that carries plague
and the stench of death
by sheena
strange reflections move
in the mirrored corridors
in the silvered dark
by sheena
tears are a weakness
i should never have shown her
my cold enemy
still they spilled like fire
irrepressibly liquid
dark with fury, fear
by sheena@school'semptycomputerlab
impassive, resigned
satisfied, closed off, locked up
her face is a wall
can i, should i be
as she is -- do i want to?
i don't know, don't know
too easily read
is wide open to heartbreak
humiliation
by sheena@school'semptycomputerlab
Sexuality radiates
Oh, the joys of green
My eyes, their envy
by Suz-E-Q
