the tree loppers came
phloem flew and xylem also
with more yet to go
by ash
it's five forty five
i've eaten and i'm at home
feel so much better
by tracy puddle of portland
one time i jerked off
so fast - no shit, really - that
my cock caught on fire
by jellyfish
haiku number ten
four pm - boredom sets in
i want to go home
by tracy puddle of portland
and i'd walk around
tell everyone "mazeltov!'
for no good reason
by tracy puddle of portland
if i were german
i would yell, ich brauche dich
and he wouldn't know.
by tracy puddle of portland
he gets free tickets
to everything in this town
but he never goes.
by tracy puddle of portland
he thinks of weight loss
you're not fat, i want to scream
would he listen? no.
by tracy puddle of portland
the school library,
so dark and so gloomy, is
always much too hot.
by tracy puddle of portland
why so sad, ferret?
i wish you would feel better
have a lovely day.
by tracy puddle of portland
if i end up like
my dad - alcoholic, sad -
i will shoot myself
by tracy puddle of portland
i can't stand it when
i'm eating a lollipop
and the stick falls off.
by tracy puddle of portland
sitting on toilet
contemplating my penis
shit splashes below
but its no bother
i like the sound of water
peaceful and calming
by jellyfish
and while you're at it,
could you please destroy berlin?
germans bother me.
by jellyfish a prayer
dear jesus lord god,
i need a blow job so bad.
please send a cute girl.
small tits are o k
and i don't need to fuck her.
do let her swallow.
by a prayer from jellyfish
not sure what to do
want to work but i was
prepared for worst
by oa
tom robbin's "peach fish".
i couldn't agree any more.
she is delicious.
by ap
any morning you
can walk away from unscathed
must be a good one.
by ferret70 of chicago
how much i tried to
be unlike my father, but
others see the same.
by ferret70 of chicago
when the shitrain falls
hide wherever you can hide.
wait for quiet, peace.
by ferret70 of chicago
slam your fist on door.
don't turn and strike in return.
she's too dumb to know.
by ferret70 of chiacgo
cannot give you much.
time has eroded my soul.
all i have is tears.
by ferret70 of chicago
Rolling on malcom
jaws clenching seratonin
strichnine takes over
by Optional
ecstasy at work
makes it hard to concentrate
but my desk feels cool
by Hollywood Bonfire
thanks Mellie for
your sympathetic haiku
less melancholy
by original annonymous
work through this with me
you are not alone
all i want is joy for your life
by Anonymous Poet
don't Anonymous
that made me feel so sad mate
my heart aches for you
by mellie
i really broke down
this trouble i'm having now
is breaking my heart
by Anonymous Poet
She said to me once,
"Could you not be negative?"
I pondered, said, "No."
by ferret70 of chicago
It was a woman
Who drove me to drinking. I
Never did thank her.
WC Fields
by Optional
Richard Hoagland
was it sacrifice?
or insult / elf or gremlin:
spiked thothmosis down
free spirit sass
to setting comet, raising
doubts, orion out.
by ekpyrotic apoapsis of living in Joe Hill
science is laughed AT
by lab rats of little brane
and those in the know
by ekpyrotic goo of singularity (hilarity)
She lingers longer
when his cock is longer. In
science we never laugh
by Optional
he lingers longer
when his ring finger's longer
could be old wive's tale
to assist science
I should volunteer now
to test the theory
by mellie
swinish behavour
to say the least Ash, pollster
uncomfortable
by mellie
buchanon for prez -
least votes - played a real Tiger
Woods game - like a pro!
by unconceding
over a barrel
porked by a politician
motive not votive
by ash
i spit on your beard!
wipe my ass with your guthra!
Change that shit stained thobe!
by slomo
humping a headstone
you call that necromancy ?
it's a grave mistake
by ash
You think we are lose!
Ha! We got lottsa rocks here!
High tech bus bombs, too!
by Yessir are ye' fat?
terrence, not a bit
homophobic - observant
of gay-trek haiku
by boo of accept no substitutes
according to punk
baddy's analysis, (he
who eats shit, shits eats)
greedy organic
family farmers are what wrecked
his america.
by candy ass of kansas
Fucking shit. Lost my
laudnum. Buy a poor begger
a whiskey, eh mate?
by edgar allen poe
Corn? Corn? Don't recall
eating corn. But the contrast
is quite artistic.
by ap
Here's boo's finest moment!
"mini skirts glued to breasts:
ah, Sex Trek - prepubescent
queers dream Spock bugs Kirk/* "
Boo wrote this!
True genius. Just a little homophobic.
What's with the fuckin asterisk?
by terrance
warm day, went without
panties, backpack lifted skirt
at water fountain^
by Miss Everything of true tail
i should be reading
speech by nelson mandella
'stead i'm on the net.
by tracy of portland
You're welcome, boo.
Now go get that prick bastard.
I worship you, boo.
by terrance
