face to face, tongue to
tongue. silent but for murmers.
satin's not as smooth

purposed diversion,
work east and west equally.
stop pulling my hair.

kiss her soft pink lips
linger over her belly
keep working on up

But I wouldn't mind
Sucking my own eggs to save
Grandma the trouble.

See, I don't want to
Blow my own trumpet before
All my eggs are hatched.

It has been five months
Since I graced these webpages
With iambic shite.

Rejoice, for I am
Risen, like nipples on a
Chilly afternoon.

it stinks here now too
valedictory haiku
hard to say goodbye

smells under the house
that'll be the rabbit then
good-bye nagetta

oh moxie, moxie
your poetry is poxy
please get writer's block

even if you try
you'll never understand why
grandma has a cock

it doesn't make sense
it really doesn't you know
that in your own heart

Moxie please lie down
count those sheep for practice dear
stop at seventeen

then start all over
from the beginning again
in time you'll get it

can't count then get out
start your own website moxie
your drivel drags on

try some Sea Dog

strike colors bosun,
loose mainsheet, trim the jib,
sail for dark water.

bowel groans like the
lines of a schooner in gale.
shit storm approaching!

Just like tonight
I think I gave too much
WAY too much...

Is Grandma a Scorpio?
I burned those astrobooks
or gave them away...
My balls are quite ok though

If he doesn't like
the thing that he thinks mad then
he desires it change
to his will then, but
if he can get in love with it
he just wants more of the same

Conformity is
the fear of chaos
liberals fear most of all

Just so you know...
And a drink from Maine
which one hacker called stupid

lithium

Is how to get the
overly educated person
to understand what stupid
uneducated people know already...
"You have no teeth..."

shake shake shake yer' boot!
shake shake shake yer' booty babe!
give it all you got!

Are to be driven around
take the course and
hit the road less taken

Like you just said I
believe, exercise this chubby
form of mine with peace

we need directions
orthographic projections
isometrics too

It can lead to the
following Satanic things...
Autoerotic death

I guess I'm trying to
overwhelm when all I want
is critique that makes better

When your style is dif
Then you must stick to guidelines
and stop when time pre

I wll not hold you up
for money, and then harm you
for jizzom's sake

A mugger needs to get laid
and these who gossip,
need to become like me
and maybe me like them

Bad... so I am told
Is all about the context
It's not in the count

hold your breath. count to
ten - no twenty - no - thirty.
take your time, i'll wait.

In my suicidal moods
When hurt by those who basically
told me my life was nothing on line
I was tempted to give them
my full identity, phone number, date
of birth, social security and so on
Realizing they can do that anyway

Is it fashionable
For a man to love God
And then Satan next season
for the sale of a Vogue?

I had tea today with a friend
and this friend was free
just for one moment

the dark of bad
haiku. grandma's lighter side.
her balls hang heavy!

Involves telling critics
To go stay in the shitpile
And let me out of it

Why is it you feel
I am whining? Are you jealous?
Maybe... Like live action tv shows,
so much sacrifice to self and money

Whining begets a mugger
but if you are wise
you will relearn how to be human

Is it because the writer is on coke?
And what is the sound of one clap, with clap handing?

pissing up my leg,
shoving down my throat, whisper
in the cat's anus

I love a good fight
If you bring it on, then
More drivel will come

When the shock dies then
men marry men and girls too
Love in Vermont?

sreaming monkey churl
prudish sissy whining girl
grandma has a cock!

If you are liberal and true
I still don't understand you
And that is where friction
Produces flames, of inspiration
A cry for help, maybe even poetry
to the untrained eye... If it is trained
then it is still learning

It has been a good day.
My last poem you didn't understand
Was a reaction to a girl who acted
tactful
Tact must die

skip crap, rope, stones, school
skip bad haiku. crtiticise.
beg me baby, beg.

Does not go noticed
And who cares? If we don't then
Like monkeys, you'll do

You see ducks in
Camden... To fucking get
me, you need to see
through my eyes.

you gotta skip a
lotta crapa to get to
"9 Valentines" - 9748