She's got headlight eyes
That shine the light of harsh truth
Damn, I am ugly!

-- inspired by haiku #36257, by Lush

Crossing the border
Freak rainstorm out of the blue
Rio Grande consumes

You

bruce dern was so right
ain't but two things taste like fish
and one of them's fish

Reflected in eyes
Of my beloved up close
Damn, I am handsome!

Sprachbarrieren,
Grenzen, Kapital, Glaube -
they are all just words!

Majku Vam jebem nije Isusovu
Svima u Beogradu
Koji se po losem prepoznaju

WELL PUT BIRD!

Come to Serbia but with a lot of dough
Unless you wanna be dead meat
To the bastards across the board

Damn, if Serb crazy bitches
find out you are down and out
Cabbies'll be on look out to run you over

Life isn't science
We make it up as we go
Things often go wrong

Wicca solstice day
The goat is not behaving
I leave the knives blunt

What friends are to you?
A good friend will come bail you out
Even from a of jail
*
When your in trouble
True friends will sit next to you
And say we screwed up
*
I've learned such as this
Life is like toilet paper
Go

Circling each other
We are trying to score points
Ex lovers and I
*
It maters who wins
Makes us feel superior
Wretched waste of time

melancholia
there's not a lot you can do
but plenty you can't

Three whole punch,
punch, punch,
one at a time.

Lick the lollipop
of mediocrity once;
you'll suck forever

destroy his family
portray a misfit in the eye of public
the ancient recipe to destroy one

this world lacks quality
la lala lalala la la
leaders suck ass bigtime

across the table, not knowing why

the most despised in the West
the biggest western bitch in the East
i am your motherfucker bitches

In the backyard,green eyes peering from the bush
Kitty is stalking me!

piano in the corner
soulful play
bitch waitress walking by.

massive attack of
assholes during their concertt.
"this is backstage area"

placebo effect:
working as security
while they played their songs

Beatle McCartney
Turned Sixty Four on Sunday
Song bites Paul in ass

*****

McCartney's new wife
Just wants Paul's money now that
He's turned Sixty four

*****

"Will you still feed me,
Will you still need me, when I'm
Sixty Four?" - Guess Not.

The stakes were as high
as the participants.
But I won the game

Softly she murmurs
We dance in each other

Birth, life and my death
I will be there for them all
But where will you be?

surf's up shintaro
sing a song of fuji-san
waxing lyrical

Am I qualified?
Just who

dancing with the dead
dangerous undertaking
oops, i soiled my pants

this ambivalence
i can't decide if it's me
perhaps i should change

Thanks for your efforts
Better! Knew you could do it
Just needed a kick

on my backyard deck,
weathered black cat meows
claiming its new turf

Some festoonery
Draped upon lampoonery
Mere buffoonery

Some hard drive failure
mixed in with some partying
The weekend excites

Masterful being
Your imaginariness
Is what you do best

wake up to myself
the time for naked has passed
smear the vaseline

counting syllables
it's like painting by numbers
if your soul's not bared

"Time Dog" saves future
A science fiction short film
By Robert Peacock

*****
LepreCon Film Fest
Second Annual Awards
Best of Show: "Time Dog"

Snap. You've been served will,
Now get to it you pussies
Let the verse kick ass.

Yo, William Asspress.
How about an example
Of genius in verse?

Aghaa, write something good!
Your drivel

What the fuck is that Exit
when there is no exit
At least not from your skin

naked in the past,
forgot time travel rule one:
you can't go in clothes

-- inspired by the movie, "The Terminator"
and the SciFaiku of James M. Palmer at Area 51

Serbs are as bad
as the rest of the shit in the world
True badder, no mistake

Screw any city elders
herding after individual
Serbs or not

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.

ribald poesy
rampant, flagrant heresy
chronic pleurisy

Hosting parasites
All hail Janis, source of site
Approaching midnight