some call me by name
some address me otherwise
with profanity

My name is Beorn
My hobbies include: Star Trek
Guns and Smoking Pot

Anika loves me
Too bad I have no money
Happiness is bought

Soma wont visit
He has a better life now
Oh well, they all leave

box up your ballots
everything down in you
ass. bush whacked. bushwhacked.

The boxing haiku
Perhaps skimmed right on over
The proximal end

Convent metronomes
lento adagio
Kooris clacking sticks

i think that Boo was
flaming my Boxing haiku
am i THE d.r.?

ice crystals forming
between bark and pale tree flesh
split open an alder

cold wind burns his eyes
his cracked lips begin to bleed
he waits patiently

a woman's head turns
in time to catch a bullet
through her downy cheek

adrift again leaf
cracked by tide and melted free
boats in briny slush

Snow flakes trickle down
Endlessly floating to ground
Blanketing the earth

I don't mind a trap
a venus fly trap hey mon
hey yoni honey

my mind is a trap
retaining too many things
until i catch myself

luminscent greens
oblique golden afterglow
sweet summer sunset

shed light like old skins
cast it away, shining shells
make way for white heat

in this crucible
silver and gold dross burn down
leave only white heat

let this equal that
let the transfiguration
take all but pure flame

when i step outside
i step outside my workmind
into a trance state

wind from the grey north
thinly frosts my blue daydream
ices my headcake

the snow is sugar
the white air like white moonshine
i am winter-drunk.

(please excuse the stuff-up)

K
ooris clacking sticks

K
ooris clacking sticks

D R dumb, too dumb
don't come out keep poems home
stupid dumbell dupe!

Today, Boxing Day,
Is a day which means nothing
Down in the US.

2000 models
closed out; maybe those next year
will be sexier

Cisco is paying
Me damned good money to write
Damned bad poetry.

the judger-naut

in lieu of any
real evidence remind me
what's conservative.

You guessed it. Zorkmid
Is the lastest word of all
In the Jargon File.

By gum! Abbrev is
The very firstest wordling
In the Jargon File

the arbitrary
are consistent only with
their wrong opinions

The keyboards clicking
On the day after Christmas
Are a corp'rate dirge

Fish on a big hook
My boss will fillet my head
Fuck my fins with cheese!

My job is like pie
I hate pie, and it hates me
slices equal no!

I suck at my job!
SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!
I suck at my job!

Mere condensation
Cannot impede my photons
They pass, easily

No gymnist am I
But I know a layout when the
words pencilled in right

i know my penis
said mightier than the sword
when the layout's right

brave despite the odds
jaundiced individual
yellow even so

christmas miracle
found her goggles in the surf
i'm blessed, lord jesus !

Off to Port Colborne
For a little bit of Cheer
And some Christmas Stuff

Throw me a line to
catch a swordfish on and
cheat at bad haiku

Full up to pussies
ribbon Hyat Coolum
turkey stuff-ed me

http://www.student.math.uwaterloo.ca/~bpkoiter/d3intro.html

subversive by-line
by flammable persuasion
courting a bushfire

sentimental gift
jesus in disposables
indisposed to lie

sleek grey pussy cat
assassin of small rodents
don't fang my ankles

"Fa-la-la-la-la,"
Sings the small, furry miner,
Before shouting "Bo!"

Hail, merry fat man
Mince pies and gravy, thank you:
Now my stocking's full.

I invite you all
To examine your navels
But not yet! Not yet..

My glass is half-full
Of subcutaneous goo;
Yours is half-empty

My seven-league boots
Are really fourteen-league boots
With a Cuban heel.

Libby and Drew: yay!
With his beard and her green teeth
It won't last, you know.