no power struggle
does god force frangipani
to have five petals ?

haiku's existence
occurs within its limits
or it's something else

Government lives on
anarchy still is people
living for some dream

sense of humor check
passion ran away from me
posting graffiti

electricity
elements environments
evisceration

Life is a battle
This is about power, bro
When you critique yes?

Haiku poets zen
They talked about nature
one liners, no punch

But in any case bro
I was listening to you
That is why this hurts

Do not put cork on teapot
Teapot will expand and explode
Those too close get burned

If I have to go to war...
With all the writers
I will, because I'm a Scorpio
Pendantic, overreactive and
evangelical
But also irrepresable ego

Trying to fit in
he wore gothic colors and
he swore dubya in

I think those were about me
Those poems asking me to correct myself
What's a haiku but stuff
These are bad haikus, that's why
they don't always come out right
enjoy it

Don't they love to fight?
I gotta be f-ing right now
It's not a haiku!
(damn liberals)

Why am I crying?
Oh so many little deaths
I am in heaven

call for the doctor
telephone the police on beat
stroke the sweet pussy

Pussy is a wonderful creature,decorated with all it's fancy hair,has the mouth and jaw like a methodist preacher,and the stank of the ass of a bear

pedantic poets
go to some lengths to remain
inside the meter

when i write haiku
they may or may not be bad
but they are haiku

some poets won't count
perhaps some of them can't count
don't count as haiku

5-7-5, good haiku
no one knows how to form...
but then again fuck the rules because if it's good it just isn't bad enough now is it?

i feel down and out
my life seems slow and useless
lets blow some shit up

i smoke weed and cigs,
i drink and drop lots of pills,
it is not YOUR life

burning, flaming pain
searing fire enters longues
man, that's some harsh shit

all so lonely now
drugs distroy my life slowly
or maybe they don't

painful shattered heart
hopelessness filling your soul
no more weed for you

clutching porceline
pulling close to the white bowl
shit i drank too much

jack smiles with deep content
his eyes shine with joy and peace
jack is quite baked

jack's life seems pointless
he sinks into depression
jack's dog ate jack's stash

Forget that last one
I don't really give a shit
If you count at all

Count on your fingers
An abacus will suffice
Either is easy

I used to hate liberals
Parrot talked Limbaugh
Some of the two lane intolerance true
But two sides to every coin
Inflation soars, we're all human

My friend Jim
Lost his friend in Massachusetts
And moved to Maine to lose himself
To find himself

Sick and tired of vegetarianism
And Rambo is back
Promoting Vitamin C and kelp

Republican again and not sure what that means
Still the elephant roars...
Tax cuts and extra peanuts...
The soap opera is over
We trade One Life With Bill
for Wall Street Week and We Are the World

I am moody and insane
avoiding the inevitable
day in and day out
staying in a hard heart
when I could choose to leave

This is too easy using the force
Lifting up the cold living hand
Among so many cold people
To bitch and complain about the weather

Born Catholic
Born Again Protestant
Reborn Again Wiccan
Still the same, born just the same

Maine is a place
with lots of people
who were born using antiques
and will die using antiques

This is what we do
Worn out and angry at our homes
sit on a machine naked

then does chocolate
have the RUB for all of us
girls and boys to CUM

Chocolate simply
Another wank-off movie
Made for the Oscars

marijuana

doctors and gov'mind
agents are overdoses
health always once was

chocolate

I in boonies live
acclaimed performances are
far afield of I

I like my coffee
Just like I love my women
Always black and strong

severe swells storms squalls
Bill says goodbye lightning strikes
fearing burning Bush

telepathic bond
stretching like elastic band
morphic-pathetic

remembering fruit
when it tasted so much better
muscatel grapes plums

gushing gusting gales
ripping you out with the whales
and probably sharks

Routine surgery?
The King of Kensington is
dead... Long live The King!