fresh nicks, are they the
same as each other, let ap
figure it out, in.

would the worse poets
not be so often, think if
less is more so's WORSE.

I love you all anyhow...

sugarloaf was sweet
up a hill and down a hill
again, in the USA

betty- blubber buns
where is she i want her bad
life can be so sweet

I see you left jam on the desk
sticky jam
not even tasty

Teotihuac

Are you okay, son?
"It's throbbing like buggery!"
Shit, paramedics....

boneybaloney
.blogspot.com - shameful
self publicity

Jamie Oliver?
Cockney tosspot and dobber
Fuck right off mate

It is a shocker
"Can I come on your tits, sir?"
Blushed, ran away

actually, I'm back here.
I was here yesterday
sugarloafareachamber.org

I am a bit crazy
but i also regard people
who live in this society

as liars living a riskless lie

you know, people?
if I left here?
would you go "where's that moxie lunatic"

living real life..try it sometime

what did billy joel say about madmen?
you might be looking for one

Light bothers my eyes
and coffee insults my brain
in this morning time

Little frog hopping
making his way through this life
three feet at a time

Floor begins to shake
and thunder begins to quake
oh it's blubber buns

Flat screen monitor
all pretty like... really is
a flat screen carrot

Coffee jolts my mind
back into a weary day
blood for the undead

moxie's off his tree
he's a complete basket case
he's off his rocker

more severe storms
higher temperatures floods
greenhouse polution

water shortages
mosquito borne diseases
george bush turned away

gratification
why not ratification?
bush is a wanker

Lovely Dallas girl
I did ask her for her heart
She asked for it too.

i wait for the mail
but the mailman doesn't show
great disappointment

Lovely Dallas girl
I asked for her heart... she asked
for a bank statement

Mostly viscous goo
this swirling and twirling poo
what poem say you?

Love pointed the gun.
Why look into the barrel?
I asked love blindly.

I've been blasted by
Loves' death ray stun gun again
left sick and alone.

Kinder, I've not seen
thornless stem with brightest green
how your petals teem

Do you stop to think
about all the stuff you drink
behind all these links?

Pixel pushers pray
I will read their points today
till I see their way

Silly lines and splines
light pixels upon their way
curling out my thoughts

My bucket will drain
with each moment I am here
take some life to drink

I submit flowers two
raise the spirit, wash the blue
bloom to each of you

dead sea scurrilous
corruptions never die? always lie!
wastington dead. see?

Heard at a race track:
"Please do not throw chicken bones
on to the race track"

Heard at a race track:
"Please do not throw chicken bones
on to the race track"

some are on the front
lines here, others in the john,
"they also serve who
merely shit and watch."

Roller-derby girl
whips up the wall with the snap
of her black sports bra

Barage of haiku
strikes chest. like baby chickens
from tennis ball gun

The haiku I spew
is sometimes poo, sometimes true
always bad haiku

Freedom of structure
is a blessing to us all
each can use his own

Lost a friend today
he was shot. dead. his haiku
was really awful

Surprise, it hits me
stunned to realize haiku
is serious stuff

ap and ash are saying
the same things they must be one
psychopathic shmoo.

how can good poets
be non-personable? it's
the shit smearers who aren't.

oh, and I don't think
McVeigh is really McVeigh.
What's his location?

Boo answers you, too.
I am not anyone but me.
Mox? McVeigh? yuk, NO!

what makes you think... what?
anyone you don't know is
all the same person?

Boo answers you, too.
I am not anyone but me.
Mox? McVeigh? yuk, NO!

what makes you think... what?
anyone you don't know is
all the same person?

Claus Oldenberg sculptures
are just too danged big
even Dubya would smile
I hope

you ask ASL
in the chatworld
and you get bum rushed by some

a real burger
is better with fries
haba daba