chew a fruit roll up
and know why I never say
bad things about you.

Scared shitless is she,
Panicked lady, tries to be
calm under pressure.

On a wall - in Smalls:
In the ladies bathroom, too
A jazz nightclub still.

Ah...yes...yes...beware
Be affraid, be very...very...HA! He...
GOBBLEDYGOOK - YES!

Be affraid, be very...
Said one fob to another...
Written, by me, once...

Yes, perhaps now
The call you waited for has
Arrived (Beware, very..).

president bush rules
the planet is up shit creek
without a paddle

invariably
the difference between us
is variable

he breathes the ocean
drowning in his kisses
tasting like seafood

she describes herself
doesn't need to impress me
i already am

laughing and smiling,
you program me to give more.
Go get it yourself.

Got It! another
sexty-nine...Ooo, an' it's a
Good'un! nude term for't.

Apophallation!
nice to gnaw on him after
fuck. Suck it, slugger.
-- it'll grow back, you hope!

M.E. next! me next!
oh. I hope no one's near to
Mess Everything Up!

coming to a part
of haiku near you more of
missing everything.

Last night in a box
pictures were found proving that
grandma has a cock

she wiggles her arse
see that cute tail moving
her breath is ok

six hours driving
kids just ripping each other
fuckers have no ruth

this dog is nasty
his both ends stink equally
pray he never bites

one big ass road trip
wife, two kids, and big brown dog
with some bad habits

friday after work
hanging out with the fellas
the wife will be pissed

yes my face is straight
its my humor thats offset
i guess so is yours

to paraphrase Sir
Winston Churchill, the twat is
"a 'petting' gangsta"

yup, that's my nickname
for the twat, "petti' gangsta"
hope to stick it... sticks.

and that count supreme
excreshiatingly so
and so it would seem

ignorance is bliss
so don't get smart with me K
you know what I mean

maybe it's your lip
can you keep a straight face mate?
you could be crooked

my cholesterol?
my diet? my exercise?
oh, go fuck myself !

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