winky on blinky
inky on clyde as you watch
a pac man orgy
by the fourth way of seattle
expressing myself
through the haiku medium
is most difficult.
by 9thmoon of Seattle
this testosterone
can be a compelling thing.
the urges bubble
by the fourth way of seattle
Someone in little
'ole Seattle is in a
naughty, naughty mood!
by 9thmoon of Seattle
"oh, just spit it out!"
did she tell the secret? no,
she spat out white goo
by the fourth way of seattle
get eaten five times
then get busy seven times
then watch ME five times
by the fourth way of seattle
bathing little is
sort of a dot-com dress code....
my experience
by 9thmoon of Seattle
snakes wind around me
and start constricting my lungs.
let me die breathless
by the fourth way of seattle
there are things I would
rather do 5, 7, 5
times, don't you agree?
by 9thmoon of Seattle
Some dudes stink alot
At work wearing horse-shit jeans
And bathing little
by frustrated in my cubicle
flashover happened
just as he came--his semen
incinerated
by The fourth way of euphoria
murderer was caught
by haiku. he had stabbed her
5-7-5 times
by the fourth way of seattle
little red insight
a car, or a drop of blood
and secret laughter?
by the fourth way of standing next to blade
there goes that red car
love those little red Insights
gonna get me one
by 9thmoon of Seattle
moon over parma
give my love to you tonight
HOW I HATE CLEVELAND!
by the fourth way of seattle
Please, no more doctors!
Hate it when they take my blood.
That's mine, give it back!
by 9thmoon of Seattle
I better dance now.
Let me be your fantasy.
You can be mine.
by The Art of Haiku w/ Tom Jones
Seven moons still shine
Nine moons coming through the now
Leaves two moons wondering.
by Moonstruck
Got blackberry tea,
Got a silver spoon, on a...
oh, wait, that's Pink Floyd.
by 9thmoon of Seattle
9th, 7th, either
i still haven't gotten my
moons one through six, then
by the fourth way of seattle
Sweet and sticky, huh?
No wonder I crave this stuff
mostly all the time.
by 9thmoon of Seattle
Ninth moon should have been
Seventh moon but nobody
understands that, so....
by 9thmoon of Seattle
Don't worry 'bout me,
the "fourth" way - I've got Ray Bans
look pretty good, too =)
by 9thmoon of Seattle
that ain't PB, girl!
oh sure, it's sweet and sticky
but it's something else...
by the fourth way of seattle
your name is a lie
I haven't seen any butt!
where are my 9 moons?
by the fourth way of seattle
This, peanut butter,
is the most marvelous of
Mother Earth's yummies.
by 9thmoon of Seattle
the 9th vampire
here she comes, scared of ol Sol.
Go to the light, girl
by the fourth way of seattle
Oh, no, the sun breaks!
Run away, run away, hide!
The sun hurts my skin.
by 9thmoon of Seattle
murder/suicide
with explosive lipstick on.
give me a big kiss
by the fourth way of seattle
tap my frozen balls
with a solid sledgehammer
watch them crack open
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Am I working now?
No, I post bad haiku for you.
Procrastinaiku.
by Teacher
roll the window down
-cool night air is curious
maynard & deftones
by the fourth way of seattle
Bowels constricting,
you're in proximilitude
to my requesticles.
by Priest
I want to get close
Closer and closer to your
Proximilitude.
by Teacher
Things are getting worse
Each passing moment it gains
Horriblocity.
by Teacher
Intestines vibrate
With the vigor of the vicar
I'm not built for this.
by Priest
Make the lie a truth
If you bend it enough you
Veracificate.
by Teacher
I quit my
job today! hooray,
finally
by redbeard
I quit my
job today! hooray,
finally
by redbeard
To Miss Everything
Tie dying while high flying
Altitudinous.
by Teacher
Some in sarcasm say how can this be
A haiku - your syllables are all wrong
And I say, read it in Japanese, man.
by Teacher
high speed fecal spray
jet-splatters the zoo keeper
sleeping aft dumbo
by Drophammer
hey, teach-
since when do the old
and sickly fashion tie-dyes
in memorium?
by Miss Everything of not in school
Clench, unclench, release.
Such is the way of nature.
Flow with the fluid.
by Drophammer
Someone yells, "Catch this!"
As they toss the grenade's pin,
poor stupid person.
by Priest
Hearts are learning how
To spell "dying" with a 'Y'
As it should be done.
by English Teacher
His mouth hangs open
No words spoken, empty
They are too impure.
by Priest
spring fever
hearts are laughing
but there's no joy in Mudville
hearts are crying
hearts are cheering
Mighty Casey has struck out
hearts are dieing
by Miss Everything
Stars I have, countless
I see them all, why cower
and hide from the light?
by Priest
Animal butt funk
Like a deranged Godfather
Of Soul with clench-marks
by Drophammer
