small cuts seeping blood
unfold red geometry
flesh after theorem
by mount madonna mama
 
			
fat tears splash clenched fists
a low moan rises slowly
sorrow beyond words
by mount madonna mama
 
			
Madonna Mama
is quite a wordsmith, i am
very, v. impressed.
by octavia of nyc 
 
			
listening for her car
he hears his own heart beating
cool pillow soothes him
by mount madonna mama
 
			
get your dead sea scrolls
operators standing by
fifty one fifty
by mount madonna mama
 
			
The big apple is
for Teva. Please come here now!
Party is waiting.
by octavia of nyc 
 
			
Museum work drags
There aren't any slides to scan
I don't belong here
by Teva of LA 
 
			
Heal thyself Longo
Where has your stethescope gone?
You have no patients
by Teva of LA 
 
			
We three must have lame
Jobs.  Do we just play on the
Internet all day?????????
by Mike Longo of Philly 
 
			
Teva--I give up.
Move to "New" York.  I'll just stay
Here, and save some lives.....
by Mike Longo of Philly 
 
			
			
			
			
Teva, L.A. sucks--
Walk down the street, turn around
And O.J. kills you.
by Michael Longo of Philly 
 
			
With cone on your head
And brownie under your nails
You wage a strong fight
by Teva of LA 
 
			
I shall move somewhere
To the town without pity?
oops-that's where I am
by Teva of LA 
 
			
Teva run from Oc-
Tavia. I hear she's mean
And she kills people.
by Michael Longo
 
			
If I had a dime
For all the times with cone on
My head,  I'd be rich.
by Michael Longo
 
			
Perhaps she can meet
us in the middle, in the
city of broken dreams, no?
by octavia of nyc 
 
			
you met me before,
December, i think it was,
with cone on your head.
by octavia of nyc 
 
			
Stinky Teva, come
To City of Brotherly 
Love; No-no New Yuck.
by Michael Longo of Philly 
 
			
Octavia who
Are you? Stay away from my
Teva.  She smells bad.
by Michael Longo of Philly 
 
			
Pat Benatar sings
As do the drunken buffoons
Hell IS for children
by Teva of LA 
 
			
Colander Head oh
Colander Head big fun
angry city of NB
by octavia of nyc 
 
			
Around the corner
Penguins with zipped lips await
Don't be impatient
by octavia of nyc 
 
			
Ah, New York new York
Find me a job and I'm yours
LA smells bad too
by teva of LA 
 
			
New York is smelly
but teva should move to it
because we miss her
by octavia of nyc 
 
			
monkey on my roof
you like the tatse of vinyl
oh, great adventure
by Teva of LA 
 
			
okay, so i'm late
i guess i'll go round again
reincarnation
by ash
 
			
yeah two rights make it wrong!
by mellie
 
			
yeah right right on mate
almost had me stumped digger
it was quite 'armless
by mellie
 
			
I lose my left arm
Obvious conclusion is
Right arm would be left
by digger
 
			
McVeigh has NO RIGHT
To enjoy LIFE!  So many
DEAD by his small hands.
by LIBERAL DEMOCRATIC DEATH PENALTY SUPPORTER
 
			
			
justice not revenge
killed with a euphemism
makes you just as dead
by ash
 
			
philadelphia 
zoo tortise erotica
horny beasts with shells
by ap
 
			
arthritic knees, back
alcohol analgesic
heroin would do
by ap
 
			
MOVE TO PHILLY.  IT'S
FUN.  REMEMBER WHEN A MON-
KEY ATE YOUR CAR ROOF?
by Michael Longo of The Sound of Philadelphia 
 
			
sauerkraut and pork
mashed potatoes and lager
wife screams for mercy
by ap
 
			
Kennedys can watch
All they want.  Don't matter--they're
All dead anyway...
by Michael Longo of Phillydelphia 
 
			
Misguided Longo
The Kennedy's are watching
They'll break your hip too
by Teva of LA 
 
			
alledged a grievance
to the repugnant four witches'
tanned, "au natural" undergrads.
by McVeigh
 
			
Teva I love your
Broken hips and ugly lips
Because "I'm Rose Too!"
by Michael Longo of Philly 
 
			
Mike Longo you freak
Why must you bother me so
You who smells my rose
by Teva of LA 
 
			
phew I really must
blurt it out for lentil soup
brontophobia
by mellie
 
			
Dead Now. a life for 
oklahoma's for waco...
children are children.
by McVeigh
 
			
Dead Now. the truth can
come out and it won't save me
or "John 'fucking' Doe".
by McVeigh
 
			
Macho on the march
too much alone, driven by
hormones and beer
by Moxie
 
			
Haiku is stuck, now
it is hiding from morning
still wrapped in blankets
by Betty LeBomb
 
			
noted soprano
tone's off key baton down hatch
reaching fever pitch
by mellie