on the edge of the
historical event that
led to a new age

the night before and
the day after the world had
changed beyond belief

we can say words and
those words can be right on spot
or vague and empty

each day is a place
in time and space, and can serve
as that space of rest

and not to be cast
aside to doom but just a
break from those dumb games

i want to be thrown
aside, discarded, ignored
not caring, and just

not seen, taking a
break from all the petty bull
shit neon shirtted

drones at the dump say
and pull orders to folks they
don't know and take trash

out on

one day at a time
sitting in a basement far
from human social

stuff, taking down notes
on how life ended up in
that place and that time

Kerouac at Big
Sur writing his best alone
no sickos down in

his Beat, questioning
his era of conformity
on vacation

i am not sure if
i am alone here today
or this place is chill?

once again the small
parts of the world threaten to
secede and the next

Grey Champion for
better or worse hits the stands
to make history

most of the pastries
were eaten by staff at work
and the rest, are food

for the avian
set that likes to drop in and
eat bread thrown their way

out where i live

yes this is real life
folks, yes i know some folks here
I get to see the

inner workings
of a restaurant and eat
some down to earth food

that's really quite good

i see vhs
with trashbag full of croissants
happy and content

crumbs in his mustache
kittens crawling over him
munching on spinach

Snake with limbs and wings
Pretty much a dinosaur
I think anyway

Grim Reaper employed
By the IRS part-time
You know... death, taxes

Government shutdown
Massive employee layoff
Now he's unemployed...

I drag on and on.
So I got the name Dragon
Enough about you....

Let's talk about me.
Because that is all I see
I can't get enough

Spectral bee nectar
Invisible sideshow of life
Death in the alley

well getting sick is
a pain in the ass but the
body stops so we

are FORCED to chill out

oh you had the whole
dadaist protest idea
too huh, I think folks

need to deconstruct
protests in a form of art
movement, had this thought!

Original meme
Man in sackcloth with a sign
Read only: "REPENT"

Occupy Yourself
The antidote to groupthink
Carrying blank signs

Weaving sound
Fingers on strings squeeze
Out a tapestry and I see
Through a window needing cleaning
Thoughts of people
Never having met
Telescopic admiration
Moved by action at a distance
Birds chirp in cages wings aching

Facing the spacing
Interiorizing it
Longing to belong

this is one of those
haiku when i don't have much
to say because well

what the fuck did i
just read here?

Huh huh, dude, you said
you're number 2, huh huh huh.
Yeah yeah, heh heh heh.

Maybe I'm your dad.
Like, 'cause I went number two.
I gave birth to you.

No way, you dumbass.
That, like, makes you his mom, dude.
Oh yeah... you're really smart.

B&B
Beavis and Butthead.
Beer and Burgers.
Bed and Breakfast.
Boobs and butts
Babes and bitches.

Dreaming of horses
Conditional affection?
Hope deferred so long

this is one of those
"haiku" when I've no idea
what i want to say

remember our friend
here is a Vogon, the WORST
no 3rd WORST poems

in the universe...

me I am #2 so i am more

worst, dunno about Slavoj

I had a cat once
It cornered a mouse
The mouse got up on two legs
And punched the cat in the face
Cat was stunned
Mouse escaped

Death Valley heat wave
My lust for her, but her heart,
Arctic circle cold

Did forty push-ups.
The sweat drips from my nethers
after the third set.

I have exactly
one hour to kill before
"meeting" my client.

How many gross haiku
can I compose in that time?
Or I'll exercise?

Or I can do both!
I wonder how that works out.
No pun intended.

Those Krampusnacht vids
on youtube fascinate me.
I think I'm in love.

Or something like it.
Love, not lust, so get your minds
out of the gutter.

To be a demon,
for just one night of the year.
What could be better?

And you can be mean
to little brats and children.
I am so jealous.

I've done many things.
But getting AIDS from poodles,
that is a new one.

The dead manatee,
she was frisky this morning.
Or that was maggots.

patient: doc, I want you to cure me

doctor figpucker: I am prescribing you AIDS

the end

i try to ignore
some of the stuff posted on
here and try to post

stuff that doesn't push
scat or splat or whatever
but i can, do push

some of the stuff on
here turns my stomach so i
can understand why

folks might move along

i have relatives
going over family
pictures and here this

is internet One
as it once was, not as it
is now, a bit not

seen

can anybody direct me on how to remove my haiku from this website?
I did contact Janis but no reply!
i will appreciate your kind direction

Too much coffee is killing me, but if not for coffee I'd kill myself.

I wonder what my wife would do if I got her some of that vag-tightening-jel.

Not that it would matter. I imaging screwing a tight pussy manatee would be about the same thing.

Santa with puke in beard... I think I am jealous.
But I think I'd rather be a drunken Krampus.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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People in winter
Racing mind leaves home once more
Music plays around

between all the jokes
and abuse of the last few
posts if i tried to

say something about
Philip K Dick I fear just
Beavis And Butthead

You said dick,...

w-w-what?????

confiscated spring
fallen apart it and I
heart-teasing trial

imagine df
as mall santa but thing is
its fucking august
children run away
from vomit stained beard santa
had too much nutmeg
with his satchel full
cheap amanita mushrooms
and cans of nitrous
its quite possible
the man had sex with poodle
not jealous at all

Never have children.
If you don't regret it now,
you will one day soon.

Considering the state of the world, it's pointless to have children anyway; you'll only be bringing more pain and misery into a world where there is already plenty. Better just to fuck whores, get AIDS, and die young. But it's too late for me.

When the next girl went on stage and spread her legs, it looked exactly like an Arby's roast beef sandwich and smelled similar. The beef they use isn't really beef, but some mystery conglomeration of rejected parts from dog food companies, processed with food coloring and flavors added. Having had friends who worked there made this a known fact and even they wouldn't eat it if it was free. You felt the same about this fur burger displayed in the window stage. Like in those old Life cereal commercials, "Give it to VHS, he'll eat anything."