one oh one oh one
and the two after that one
don't belong to me

oh curs'ed name thief
leave my handle well alone
or submit treasures

he had a birthday
he knows how to celebrate
best present ever

Gas boils from below
Race to the toilet to shit
In the nick of time

it's chilly, i light
a fire, blackdog sighs and flops;
peace beyond reason

the soft white curtains
stir, sleeping black dog twitches
smelling spring bunnies?

running through meadows
with no fences; spring grasses
ripple; tickle nose

rain just light enough
to stir the dust; spring perfumes
drift through the window

my name is david
i can write a bad haiku
cause i am special

No you can't write it
because of two minutes down
on the time load

oh my eyes have seen
the glory of the cuming
of the unnngh load! Yeah!

I can't write
a
fucking haiku

To put all through Hell
Is the timeless foolishness
Of pain loves partners

Beltaine took over
The winds were at her feet and
She formed her green mantle

green grass, spring flowers
winter's poo fetish is gone
reborn, I garden

face turns deep crimson
impacted poo holding its owm
pushing way too hard

Oh Bull...Trent is an
So is my friend Pancho and
He keeps me in line...

Damn... I will figure
it out sooner or later
if I cared that is

Ah, I think no, erm
Elvis debates with Regis
Who I belong to

you must be the love
child of Jack Handy and miss
Kathy lee Gifford

Thank you non-haiku
writer. Nice to have you here
for comic relief!

Ok, this is foolish
Talking to self and the moon
as if it were God
in Camden...

So why do you feel that way...
Scraping psychology pad
Mmmhmm, mhhmmm, nuts as they go

Don't keep Me longer

Mox, only anchor
toilet poets; I keel-haul
barnicle scrapers.

divine kamikaze evangelical
stands killing Bible, killing faith
and interrupting traffic

sleeping with the fishes am i?
I hope I am wearing protection
Does Trojan do well for Mer stuff?

oh, it must be good!
it's about me! it's about
Time! oops, gotta go!

I would have ta remind me, (no excuses)

Moody's, ayuh...
Gonna go dig some clams
fight over lobstahs in Friendship
tear a church door down, ayuh
Lobstergangs are fine
and I'm an evil poet wannabe

She has strawberries
and cream, but boo used me as
ballast...I'm sure they
can ship em down on
a sub, the McKenzie Bros
Survived the deeps with Beer...

Stupid is good, chaos is better...

take a peek at the
peak peck that peaked when I got
piqued, echo Pike's Peak

-ohhhh! I'm-mmmm- cumming-gushshsh

Steak house, I hope they
Don't ban red meat, by the way
Damn good comic, but don't let
my foolishness turn you away from it

Call me stupid
Welcome to the club
Critics are as they do
I am a vulture too

Call me stupid
Welcome to the club
Critics are as they do

takes moxie, Moxie
a stake house in biloxi
is more obnoxi

Libran Eisenhower
Ignored Crazy Joe and he
Sunk himself, looking for
Unreal Commies

By the way the Goddess straightened things out here...

janis, dear old friend
what makes you adorable
also breaks my heart

a thousand interests
and a million directions
ever curious

just wish you'd lingered
awhile with me, and made our
friendship seem special

ballast? Let the dumb
fuck carry the anchor to the
the bottom for me.

Psychic vampirism
Look it up in the Satanic Bible
I probably fit the bill
The stake has been driven though
He is dead, and you rose again
and you're writing good stuff too

If you get horny
Will you still call you superduck
Or some other mess of fools...

Fools are handy things
at times, when you need a guy
for ballast

Ten o'clock at work
Eight thirty at my home throne
Is where I sport shit.

round red hairy eye,
mighty sphincter, balls deep pie,
Sound off your glory.

Now the time has come
Foretold from the days of old
I present Red Eye.

the tribe has spoken
we have survived to write
really bad haiku

Jimmy Olsen says
Super! How did you do that Clark
is it a bird is it............

That Clark Kent always
pitches the tent when Lois
Lane walks by. Stretch pants.

riddle me this and
riddle me that, who's afraid
of the big, black bat?

Chalk outline of a
murdered verse, posthumus cry
echoes in silence