fox box lox near far
car house mouse louse plane train rain
no sam let me be

Mellie goes for Mel
She is the greediest cunt
Living in a void

alarm clock, jolt up
shaking, sweating, oh thank god
colostomy nightmare

ya bloody drongo
wanking is not the real deal
ya fucking idiot

hey, don't be woeful
colostomy bag stinking
with shit from Pa's hip

injustice system
criminal insanity
sick killing the sick

old friends avert eyes
ignore odor, don't mention
colostomy bag

To Poo is to Be
Love is serendipitous
Poo is life's constant

Nantucket fellow
dick long many kisses, hmmm
ponder ear coitus

snow, maybe no snow.
weathermen have no idea
the tow trucks await

oh mother, mother
your convulsions have wreaked woe
wrong-way birth canal

like a vain labor
lord, lord the mangled infants
weep for india

thin brown broken limbs
like saplings in a typhoon
uprooted,blown down

crushed beneath the earth
children like fallen atlas
too small to bear it

Hark, my brown eyes see,
Rascal eating kitty do
Auh, Almond Rocha

When I poo I smile
turd honking for right of way
colon blows, nice pile

dark brown knowing eyes
I am not the devil, I
am a TERRIER

the arsenic and
mercury laced waves still SOUND
wonderful, problems.......?

Yap, yap, growl and snap
Blame cat for crap on carpet
Boris - rag, mop, rat?

around and around
squint, sniff, my unfruitful quest
the search never ends

black dog races, jumps,
swims; the ocean tastes so good!
dog yummy, dead shit...

Bark, trash, shit and pee
Devil my guide and master
Rascal - dog ? bastard

vanished souls, and our
children who listened so well,
no blue sky for them

black dog clicks down hall
jaunty, friends nose pokes into
computer room; walk!!!?

beef stew and moth balls
I smell an old man
an old man I am

anarchy is dead
long live qualitativeness!
don't need you to poo

Kiss hole complacency
entropy-like outcome
of a life of greed

Not hard at all Matt
I read it all don't worry.
Thrive on hard yakka.

Government is just dull
This monster of politicos
We use as scapegoat

Charlie Brown lifestyle
27, still at home on line
and still bust a ku

Hey Mellie, you there?
Maybe you read my letter.
Is it too much work?

where in universe
is she, beyond or in my
heart; fat lady sing!

where in universe

bad haiku like
ball-a-dick'sleave poignant gaps-
stuff of pregnancies

the dubya in twat
double dog dare ya to swat
bottom suckers, at

americans all
in a competition: who'll
be most pathetic

Floating on a cloud
etherealization
really and truely

please ask these questions:
how? when? why? where?what extent?
adverbs are useful

Reverently I'd
kiss his ring; black hole or not.
His Holiness Ash.

what some think is real
some may think ethereal
they need more ether

after we're all gone
the blue planet will remain
still quite beautiful

really so weary?
incredible! thinking real
thoughts not bullshit mate

none of your belief
way too much godly bullshit
some of us think real

adoration, yep
genuflecting, I was blessed
a miracle cure

the law of kindness
judged by your brothers
unknown forces dead

mellie-mouth is one
dimension, adores ash like
a hole she fell in

waking up crying
grandaughters fucking nightmare
the pillow was wet

infallible Ash
sure, pontifex maximus
indulgence granted

That's Die!e

call women bitch and
you'll lick twat with every
buck you DON'T get back!

count the species gone
or doomed, spell their names for us,
ash, we count on YOU

try looking behind,
that pretty picture in your
mind ash, you good-speller