Nature sketches Winter
With Pen and Ink
Sharp and Clear and Fine

Nature draws Spring
In Pastel Chalk
Forsynthia against a Wall

Nature paints Summer
In slender Watercolors
Pure and Clear

Nature works Autumn
In fat,thick Oils
Brilliant,Twining, and Vining

Altogether- Nature's Paintbox

moronic fissure
an imbecilic ravine
dimwitted crevice

walking through stone land
chanced upon a long gone friend
discovered my death

the gods of thunder
lightning cracks a child jumps
this one is in VAIN

sun baked paving stone,
a cat purrs invitingly -
the girls in short skirts

to temper oneself
clear mind wakes ancient soul
demons find no perch

to those who pay their
dues to the demons one word
the cost, life of fear

breathe in and breathe out
what the fuck was i thinking ?
breathe in and breathe out

your perfume and taste
then memory of forms touch
whilst sleeping on floor

such an anecdote
threadbare inadequacy
my versions sweeter

chirping preening bird
beak to nape and a few shakes
love becomes anger

to bitches and whores
who gives a fuck what they:
well you know so BE

so til next time babe
say, always leave em laughing
til they say goodbye

welcome matt below
open, say hi or even
take me through hello...

lick icing fingers
creamy whipped supreme frosting
soon I will throw up

alone with your shirt
felix in the spin cycle
could not help myself

my husband at school
and at the rotary club
not unlike windmills

my repetition
a browser error causes
my embarrassment

red leaves falling down
spiraling in the cold sun
cause me to linger

red leaves falling down
spiraling in the cold sun
cause me to linger

what did you call me?
a stank whore-chasing scumbag
how long have you known?

the question haunts you
what will you do when i die?
get a smelly dog

why did i falter?
accept my apology
wet paint on your shirt

i really lost it
picnic with strangers in rain
cold wet pakoras

sf, i love you
you make me laugh til i pee
puddles on the floor

why do you come here?
i like optional headlights
youve read the others.

the sunlight broken
a single raindrop fallen
when will you return?

filling the pages
why do you write such nonsense?
only you would know

why did you tell me?
simply say it isn't so
i cannot do that

whispering to you
does the sea know your secrets?
no, but the cows do.

oh pucha kuttan
when will you catch the cloth mouse?
when my fear subsides

i'll check the mail now
when will you return, my love?
when youre old and grey

where do the cows go?
trampling off to the sea
why aren't they cleaner?

when will you love me?
when the cows truly come home
...shoveling cow dung

spelling horrid things
exhorting me, i'm unhinged
beneath door i dream

pubic hairs galore
upon tessellated tiles
an alphabet soup

testicular sway
a pendulous foray
high tea anyone?

homicidal spree
serves malthusian notions
depopulate, hmmm...

deracinated
ass backward and demanding
like alex haley

those infernal swine
cannibalisms coming
Hunter S nailed it

please, no compliments
that only encourages
more badder haiku

a world of seekers
overpopulation and
endless pleasures..my

BennyLava is,
Very mad at me today,
Optional headlights.

(nice one sf)

the black arts twist and
bend the soul so the mind is
slave to fear belief...

a gray haired woman
in a church all by herself
as the sun goes down

I am told that art
begins with pain sometimes, twists
to form a pattern

in the process of
life, means, ways, goals, ends, place, etc
some times just show...up....

the fear is these will
be the last words I write down
anywhere, but here

submission to the
decay of the world, twisted
still alive, and born

rotten smelly loam
oozing putrid land
opened gates to darkness