sushi chef warned me
some who tried monkfish liver
they never came back

I've six kinds of cheese
five of them still good to eat
one blue and fuzzy

tireless entropy
you turn clean into dirty
why dost thou mock me?

why do I write this?
I can answer in one word:
procrastination

she thinks love is the
molestation of her bowels
i'm a lucky man

he came, he saw, he
saw silence and sighed, shrugged, spat
sat down and bowed out

not a god damn thing
improves in a room of god
damn critics, no brush

is picked up to the
canvas, the war continues
I stab with paint knife

drawing blood

Doesn't see herself
for the beast she has become.
-- ripping and tearing.
no wonder vampires do
not see their own reflection.

the previous gen
lost its icons and grows old
of course we will too

farewell the eighties
another one bites the dust
and i feel older

Apples spliced with grapes
Various grains make the corn.
--Man-made nutrition.

Food from the sea
In ponds and lakes, used as farms.
Nature is controlled.

A tea-cup poodle.
Small, cute, fluffy and playful.
--bioengineered.

Pretty, ornate trees
can't hide the dirt and weed lot.
Can't hide ugliness.

Branches and leaves scrape
against the building's window,
hoping to get in.

Critics will scoff at
the westernized haiku poem.
To them: "deal with it!"

Car needs some loving.
too many miles on the road.
its beauty mired

Inside the building
the dirty automobile
gets to be pampered.

Soapy suds trickle
A blast of watery jets
Swoosh of the dryer.

the car is clean again.
with the help of robotics
at the gas station.

Blemishes appear.
Zits, boils populate the face.
--stressing out again.

one of the hardest
things I've had to do is gain
the sense of fun here

saying, words, phrases
not bowing down to the do
this this way type crowd

writers are people
so the egos get written
in words now and then

trilling called ginsy's
work childish but to be sure
he was dead old school

Not pop at you
Gillian of New Orleans
just hate eupharisms

A comfort station
The head or little boys room
restroom, Bathroom, John

Take your pick of childish names for TOILET!!!!

Unrest in Iran
Sobers the self-centered soul
Focus on others

for some reason I'm
thinking two banjos and lines
like "squeal like a pig, boy!"

theoretically
this should be pleasureable
my cock in your ass

remarkably so
what he said to me that day
bloodied on the cliff

it's not about words
childish approach to "Toilet"
It's just as polite

And it's correct! Unless you Pee in the Bath?

I'm still waiting for
someone to wash their hands and
say. "what is truth"...

If they are just words
of what use is a structure?
expression happens

what's with the bathroom?
Why can't you call it toilet?
Words are just that! Words

moment closing in
crisp night air feels heavy
anticipation

Lazy morning,
Head under the pillow
SPLASH!

Rain covers all land-
I wish for a huge diaper,
to absorb it all.

Drank too much coffee-
Have to pee, bathroom in use.
Woe is my bladder!

forty-four thousand
two-hundred seventy eight
voices have spoken.

Nobody is talking
Many others not doing much.
Nothing happening.

the silence is loud.
The stillness is too busy.
Nothing fills the void.

There's so much to do.
But little to call it a day
--When nothing happens.

Tried Pepsi 0
a zero calorie drink.
Still, not good for you.

5000 bikers
and the same number of boobs
a squishy butt ride

let mind body heal
Beer Studboy O' Venice
make you feel better

unusual tastes
it all goes from bad to wurst
guess that serves him right

I hate the fact that
I was slowly turning goth
in both mind and style

persecution lag
they say they are hated yet
also love hating

Rat streaks on wire.
High above the frenzied dogs.
perilous journey.

the elderly and
the retards fuck at gun-point
in a dark cellar

Running out of gas.
As the final school day nears.
--anticipation.
It's june. And the path winds down.
The finish line is now near.

Masks tell many tales
in their contours, shape, purpose.
-- Desire's window.

the end of the world
trend this time, two one oh two
why is this so "fun?"

(for people to imagine the end of the world and changes happening I just don't get)

Hate decorating
Tired, have not shaved for four days
I'm covered in paint