thirty two ounce beers
friday night at angelos
this must be heaven.

trimming the moustache
early morning ritual
it is never straight

maggies think of spring
sweetest song from butcher birds
good to be alive

there's no bluer blue
sky meeting ocean waving
just look at me now

handsome brolga bird
strong neck haughty attitude
graceful dancing legs

temp pulses: thirty
and sixty in two 15
minute hot flashes.

spanish africa
seventy-five to hundred
and five and back down...

then back up to a
whopping hundred thirty five
still skeptical, dope?

don't eat too much lunch
dinner tonight kicks winks ass
yum yum yum yum yum

indiscriminate
can tend to incriminate
if you don't dis it

people say sad things
when they are feeling sorry
for themselves mostly

thick cloud fog mist morn
not ocean not sky not sleep
I'll hit the sack now

people say bad things
in their profiles that I read
Saint posts them on line

sleep!, that should be sleep
already i read enough
while i pee at work

I don't want a clone
just another conciousness
to read while i pee

My desire is long
for all the things in this world
but my time is short

In my dreams last night
there was a beautiful girl
and a tornado

you've got too much going
to have another bad day
today, be glad for all that you are (to me)

ah, delicious beer
and the women, talking smack
Damn! only thurdsay.

thank you for the words
i know you love all of me
just lonely anguish

howling wind so bleak
howling for something to do
howling inside me

a dark winter's day
misty silhouette of hills
currawongs crying

not furry nor grey
I could make your lap warmer
my pussy's so hot

slumped across my legs
a furry grey lapwarmer
feline can feel fine

pussy on your lap
must be left-over tuna
more nay can I say

but is ash talking
about a small foreign dog
or a dirty ho?

burmese with fish breath
cleaning yourself on my lap
you need a mouthwash

yabba dabba doo
betty how about some head
of course i'll do you

I wonder about
these here poems and what to make
of the poets too?

bollide comes crashing
down! who knew, but didn't tell?
more invasion, please.

Flittering fruit fly
projects a rather large smile
on his only day

My haiku is bad
especially here today
it takes some practice

I woke up so late
or was I dreaming about
being Japanese

Because you face east
has put me in the mood to
move to the west coast

You are Greek to me
I can tell since you have a
pocket of pitas

You say, be careful!
but I can't... I need to run
put my toes at risk

This toe-nail is broke
I stubbed it on your sharp edge
why won't it come off?

today my poo is
sometimes chunky, sometimes wet.
Should I buy lotto?

me love you long time
short time just one hundred baht
me no make you sick

o beginner lau
she calls, "i love you long time"
grandma has a cock

when i was a boy
things were sure diff'rent round here
i was somewhere else

Stupid hong kong man
Retired,fifty-four,life's fall
Want to talk?Please call.

bleak drizzle shivers
slate grey day so cold out there
mellie's warm inside

afternoon downpour
the drainpipe outside my door
gurgles yet some more

I stare out the door,
anxious and nervous, watching
the zit is popped!

Danny sweats nonstop
Chatting he sits while it drips
he smells!

librarian at desk
considers the convent
she just joined, some nun

Colleen walks on air
glistening in the sun shine
what an attitude

The sun shines after
8 months of gloom yet it
still feels like winter

baudiehickiedoodare
he dropped off the face of Earth
somewhere in Utah
and she wanted nothing to do with Dr. gonzo...
and he was just a weirdo...

something about old duke
bowflex, getting "out" and getting lost
hours and hours on line and what?

Bad haiku and false prophecies

It's ryhiming Haiku
It brings me joy through and through
at least those with poo

Between you and me
there is intense gravity
you and I both see