time was on my side
thought I was on top of him
then I rolled over

he has that effect
because he is the master
my heart was pounding

I don't want to be
a part of this place anymore
my choices cost me my happiness

with nothing to say
your eloquence says it all
unsubmittingly

so what would i care ?
more than you could imagine
but less than i could

mentally disturbed
many personalities
none personable

slash back mono lock
up AOL legal up
date NSA dot

Slash, jump, stick, jump, yah!
jump bat slash bird, windmill star
ninja gaiden war!!!

Bundled up and blue
I will sit and wait for you
freezing cold haiku

Quart of motor oil
and squirming black sea otter
in the tub with me

i defer to you
there is no controversy
and it ain't haiku

artful expression
medical phenomenom
laid out here for you

medically speaking
psychiatric perspective
its like a train wreck

look at all of the
characters he created
boo mcveigh others

without quality
lacking qualification
you call that haiku ?

wasting electrons
creating a pile of shit
with little merit

art or artifice
the eye of the beholder
might need some plucking

convince me you know
my style and my subject
even use my name

go ahead moxie
write an ap bad haiku
convince me you're good

Woah boy
they need 15 tomatoes
for tomorrow

in the chaos
find that wonderful eye
sit, relax and let the storm go

submit to the falcon, it is
time to say good bye to mandate monday

the endless stream of all those people there
standing welcome in the midst of pool hall smoke
that's heaven, a fucking pool hall

The kind of beer that shuts the mouth and makes one listen to the clear everflowing thought of nothing and everyone is supttering hallelujah in Presque Isle

any kind of beer

Wish I had a beer...

whatr did that stand for
the PX of Chicago
Moxie has a P-38

shasta regards and give thanks
Moxie has a danish
old duke, bowflex and to tomorrow

we crawl on the chaos run
the chaos is everywhere
we can hear the splattering runs
on the news and nothing more

I gee I don't know
sit on AIDS, twist a while
and destroy the disease
of social life

we are all something
everything is nothing

I am not you, you are not me

I am all of you, you are me

the wind died down
the rain died down
the crops grew

yes, you are quite good
quite a few of your works
are very good

I am too much into defying the games of power
to play them, hence
I am trying to play them

you stll can't fuckin

I'm not any of those
why do you even think you need or can
figure us all out as if we're you?
No one comments on the GOOD stuff
which is washed out,
washed along by shatroom drivel

I am Moxie, no more

Timothy Leary
had his head frozen
that bothered me

i'm very impressed.
so many characters in
one writer at once?

tim is dead
let him be dead

If I could shut up
a second and stop responding
then
maybe you'd say something too

we are all anaonyous
poet...

If moxie has a cock
then
why are you telling me?

so you're all the same?
moxie, boo, miss everything
mcveigh and others?