You say the wrong thing
If it's eternal, then, what gives?
We are but passing moments

Odds and ends of old
yard sales, mistakes and knick knacks
The books we pass on

the man I mentioned
Libran he was, balanced, maintained
and restored, my faith

rain keeps pouring down
as haiku keeps pouring out
saturated twice

you can pick your nose
and though you can pick your friends
don't pick your friend's nose

Dad's a bit fed up
about what, I'll never know
just moving along...

the hairy brush of
whiskers felt from kisses to
my cheek. Thanks grandma!

One thing always struck
me about grandma. I think
t'was her rolling pin.

late for work today
had to dig my car out of
a deep pollen drift

pardon me while I
compose this rancid haiku
with my eye shades drawn

it can't get better
no improving perfection
indian summer

indescribable
brilliant blue crisp clear heaven
maybe the best time

beloved pussy
purring small grey lap warmer
snuggled in my groin

it's raining again
it hasn't eased for days now
bring back the blue sky

her pink lips beckon
red wine summer night passion
tame the trouser beast

HELLO YA'LZZ I BE AFA TT!

torsion. torque. tighten.
sphincter close to failure
butt blast splash supreme

ham gas. yes ham gas.
doubled up i am laughing
cudos? NO! kudos.

with all due respect,
the writers settled their
pay differences.

where have all the bad
haiku gone? - long time ago...
teevee stay on strike!

where have all the bad
haiku gone? - long time passing...
stage struck, hollywood.

where have all the bad
haiku gone! - long time passing...
stage struck, hollywood.

If she can love him
For all time then she has him
In her total soul

Beltaine giving way
To real emotions, new clean ones
Funk melting to grass

If you've fallen in
love rather than lust then a
shared shake is what digs special.

I love you today
and probably tomorrow
beyond that... who knows?

A new start and a
clean slate. But still the old marks
you can still outline

Drinking Moxie is
one of those things that people
drink in tradition

I can tell that the
blues are caused by some excess
and a depression

casanova p1:

girl if we made love
i would perform listlessly
burping up ham gas

i'd come right away
in a creepy high pitched voice
screaming mommy noooo

casanova p2:

then i'd start crying
the pale flab that covers me
jiggling like jello

then my heart would stop
clutching my chest i'd say blaaarg
shitting in the bed

We must be growing
Apart. I've been trying to
Remember your name

Have you seen my car?
Dude? It is a white Grand-Am
No... seriously.

Cinco de Mayo!
Rejoice! for someone stills lies
Tangled in my sheets

amphetamine birds
sing like the choir on speed
damn just that one crow

tap tap bedroom door
son says, dad lets go fishin'
man, this is livin'

sunday morning i
awaken sore and sticky
lord, bless this woman

it was the hope of
all we might have been.. that fills
me with hope to wish

but now the sun shines
cold, and all the sky is grey
all I wish is gone

"Why are you letting
go? I feel you pulling back,
feel you changing shape."

another moment
will break my heart. too many
tears, too many times.

suddenly she slows,
looks up at my breaking face.
"why are you crying?"

how did we get this
far apart? I thought this love
would last forever

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