My seven-league boots
Are really fourteen-league boots
With a Cuban heel.
by Scrunty Device
Libby and Drew: yay!
With his beard and her green teeth
It won't last, you know.
by Scrunty Device
Little compact disc
Whirring in your metal tray
Kylie Minogue style.
There's nowt as queer as
People with their Tupperware
Except gay people.
by Scurunty Device
christmas is such fun
another jolly turkey
to stuff it all up
by mellie near the Coral Sea
by mellie near the Coral Sea
Ah petroleum
Your noxious fumes bewitch me
With their noxiousness
by Kenneth Extension
with all that foreplay
christmas comes but once a year
that's fucking plenty
by ash
Hexagonal gift
Rectangular gift wrapping
Look - a plastic bag.
by Scrunty Hardbody
even in sunlight
still in shadow
the zebra
by brindle
Sheena poems drag
yet Irish McCalla have
I on my cock ring
by Brett
Whomb?
Irish McCalla
is the original Queen
of the jungle girls
by Brett
Ahoy Kimberley
I miss your pudendal stuff
Well, not 'miss' as such
by Kenneth Extension
My Waldorf salad
Is sitting on the table
Awaiting walnuts
by Kenneth Extension
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
