for god's sake moxie
get over badhaiku too
bastardize elsewhere

Launch the fleet!
1000 ships to the bottom of the sea!
Souls devoured by Cthulhu!
Pearl Harbor bastardized by retail culture

I've gotten over art.
Everyone tries to do it
I put a brush to my head
and pull the gesso.

mmm ale...

social vindication for being a ham

mine's red and dripping
cock should be regulated
loads of codswallop

move over noah
trans-septal effluvium
nares a worry

bald as a beaver
sure brings out the animal
grandma has a cock

southern acquaintance
says, the only hair she has
occurs on her head.

intellectual?
emotional? addictive?
what need does this fill?

you never wonder?
picture who pecks the keyboard?
words touch as fingers.

just whistle over
oceans, continents, light years.
electrons do fine

next time just whistle
unlike Ash I have thick hair
oestrogen working

so you saw me ap?
yes I was at the airport
lit up in black tights

pink twin-set and pearls
gay Irish docs eyebrow studs
did you see them too?

roaring like lions
sure I was lapping it up
I must have missed you

resplendent bouffant
hair today gone tomorrow
testosterone's curse

when I die will I
die like the terminator
or meet St. Peter

i imagine sips
vodka citron tonic cause
imagination

i imagine me
but i laugh too much to type
grandma has a cock

cogratulations
to creator of this form
mystery of janis

boo perplexes
as an unwitting conscience
anal lightning wit

and betty la bomb
such good karmic vibrations
tanned and colorful

i think ash has long
hair like television docs
a smart character

the assignation
of physical appearance
to unknown persons

based on ideas
formed by bad haiku
this is dangerous

i once imagined
seeing mellie friday last
at hartsfield airport

laptop pecking while
sipping ale in the smoker
she was so saucy

never imagined
any porcine attributes
to that aussie form

Mmm, ham!

dog worries outside
store for shoplifter, then waits
where she left with cops.

hot enough for ya!?
re-peel sticky underwear,
ice-pack labia.

flowers bloom then wilt.
in the fog even the ground
dehydrates quickly.

the sun makes them melt:
divisions between loving,
longing, and losing.

here we go again
now thinking of mellie's hams
got to leave this place

suit actions to words
conscience makes me a coward
I ham it up here

I react by saying
if we take the joke too literally
the bible is thumped and stumped
once again

but He's not human...but He is

God was co-pilot
But then we crashed in mountains
I had to eat Him.

agh! Pepto bismolo!
quickly now, the quick brown
fox died of indigestion

Ah, I know... But the smoker's credo
Which can so often be hidden...
Disdain a habit and you win salvation
Play one as God and your lose your soul
You know the game quite well yourselves

aspiration ahhhhhhhhhhh
dragging on and on and ere
drawn out and deadly

my fragrant ass blast
singed wallpaper, popped tiles
anus is destroyed

in my opinion
assisted ventilation
isn't inspiring

asthma cigarettes
no surgeon gen'ral's warning
on the plastic bag

(psst...Ash, I'm beginning to like your stuff...)...

Djarums like that spiced cider
tasty but, hard to light and
asthmatic, one more nail in me coffin

uncivil servants
made their wage, but didn't warn
the building children

their agent among
me: my warning ignored, for
furthest extent - POW!

spewed in my uggies
I chucked on a pair of socks
tossed uggies in bin

Silkiest warm slide
drives me on in a way that
I was born to do

Blue sky twirls swirling
up the florescent grass
upon neighbor hill

huffing on puffers
rasping like a death rattle
pestilent mucus

sucking lozenges
bronchial inflammation
takes my breath away

something annoying about
victims, but also about Romans
they both taste like chicken to lions

Garciaparra return!
And stop writing on a bad day...
advice to myself

at woollangabba
two days of lions roaring
canetoads crush cockies

you play victim then
you move on and them people
who are in a bad spot, who stepped on you before
wonder why the fuck you don't feel sorry for them