soft drizzle drizzling
harsh glare humidity gone
it is overcool

eleven pieces
of Kentucky Fried Chicken
and gravy and rolls

back to the chat room.
will I be tickle teased to
sublime sexuals...?

or be raunch-sacked by
the say, "fuck!" and feel had guy;
and their "yuck" like ilk!

what are you saying?
what are you trying to say?
anyway at all?

a crazy monkey
wearing nazi uniform
drives a plastic jeep

stretched out in the sun
relaxed recumbent rodent
whiskers glistening

see man performing
wasting precious ... um, moments
so unbecoming

you should have found me;
mounted up in your leather.
why won't you listen?

doodoo fixation
heredity? environment?
mom? dad? who can say

I drink
Therefore I am

the bag is empty
the crowd begins to drift off
he is alone now

smoothing an eyebrow
she glances back at her heel
at the new scuff mark

cargo hold echos
dank air tastes of rust and salt
soon the men will come

loose hubcap rattles
back window doesn't shut right
the heater's broken

ah but the chrome shines
and the v-8 still kicks ass
got nothing to lose

loose hubcap rattles
back window doesn't shut right
the heater's broken

ah but the chrome shines
and the v-8 still kicks ass
got nothing to lose

ocean state job lot
endless rows of hearts of palm
dusty chocolate hearts

new leaves did not come
to the dogwood tree this spring
bare limbs scrape the earth

acrid filter smoke
illuminated briefly
by passing headlights

nicotine stained
fingernails like a woman
tremulous sickly

slippery snot hawkers
waiting for their luck to change
pose at the bus stop

workwhistle blows now
it tells me, "go quaff some beer!"
belly smiles, waiting

Everybody run
Grog has returned with Haiku
That is very, very bad!

Though annoying is won
by the Haiku Collective
Can't stand his format.

Implaiku

Insider pizza
(?)
Oh God, it hurts, it ---

Implaiku

Fingers wedged in tight
(?)
Wendell, fetch my hose!

Insider Pizza
Wretched cheese on my inside
Struggles to get out

Duct tape covered crotch
You didn't say it was all
Allegorical

You don't need those now
Crushed and steaming testicles
Time for your porridge

Seven minute itch
Uncle Hubert touches me
Bring me the bucket

Open your colon
Now knead it, knead it, Harvey!
Shut your cakehole, NOW!

Eunice, strap it on.
(God has blessed us with six feet)
Sweet mother of Christ!

Something is wrong now
Help! I cannot hold it is
Poop in my backpack

The tornado came
And knocked the outhose over
So, poop on the wall

Gross chunks in my mouth
Gagging, retching, throwing up
I hate all new foods

Half asleep, I fart
Lying too close to the fire
The undies are toast

Goodbye fish and chips
Overwhelmed by ejecta
My steaming pile

fried fish around me
drunk off my ass thrusting fish
into pants: cod piece

off to a meeting
my soul is tortured again
maybe they'll serve snacks

Once you were swimming
I eat fishy, spew fishy
Now you are swimming

Jumbo fish and chips
Seven shots of tequilla
Time for fish 'n chunks

Are you standing still?
Brace yourself against the post
Evacuation.

Little Swiss Miss
Put me in your chocolate O
Ovaltine love child.

Quantum expansion
The Zulu quark gives me the
Quantum ejection

Poke the rubber nun
Communing with Nature Boy
Inspires bigtime fear

hot waitress at lunch
ass rolling as she walks by
I am still crying

beautiful women
will never give me a chance
i will die alone

tied down by children
they get out the whips, the chains,
the candle wax: ouch!

Every time I pinch
a loaf, I lose 3 plus pounds.
Soon I won't exist.

Without a woman
thought of mel when showering
AH! sperm everywhere.

(Oh my did I say that out loud?)

While the green grass grows
I ponder the universe
and I defecate

(I couldn't resist!)

yea, i drop a load
since i moved it's easier
toilet has much strength

Gladiator sucked!
Unbreakable should have won
best picture damn it!

while the green grass grows
shoots, slowly silently,
I alliterate.

T'was Unsinkable!
Such was the power of the ice!
It chilled muh whisky.

Wildflowers bloom
Fields of green and full of joy
I walk in the... shit!

captain my captain
wherefore art thou, my captain?
i see an iceberg.

Solace those trucks of
yours, would those be considered
dump trucks? please tell me

Count on my fingers
And add one more to each line.
One pinky too few.

Trucks trucks trucks trucks trucks
How I love to play with them
I just crapped my pants

Please before you start
nibbling on my buttocks let
me finish shitting!

I remember once
watching the endless swirling
I'll miss my poopie

Looking at Oscar
I do wonder, will that fit
in Drophammer's ass?