fucko's fucked the
fucking, fucked up bad fucking
haiku fucking site

i enjoyed the Klee
not haiku, but it is art
could have been far worse

exploring new forms...
but i'll desist since you asked
though no one was harmed

Oh my dear fuckos
From whence comes your destructive
Impulses... do tell

constantly wakingsleeping
between, a narrow country
you pass through nightly

I see you walking
Ugly girl out in the rain.
Poor wet ugly girl.

there's a cocky here
eating up bits of almonds
I keep next to me

I believe you ash
it was not there yesterday
can't eat those nuts now

pizza pizza!

pepperoni and sausage

with fluffy cheese, please!

I know I shouldn't
and I won't again but I'm
amazed that I can!

cool.

scott's 3d haiku
offerings make me dizzy.
but they are clever.

hungry ghosts stealing
credit cards, burned out angels
fleeing the city

vague gods, no possible
restoration of order.
sun rises again.

watching Simon and
Simon at 4:00am it
doesn't get much worse...

the orchestra is
sliding into the sea I'm
arranging deck chairs

everyone listen:
a river with smooth stones that
tumble like humans

Autum

There is no mounting
the broken back of time. All
our fears turn to leaves.

there has to be an
understanding of sorts, one
where I reach across

to the soft, melting
heart and life is precisely
that one dimension.

look up into flat
toned gray, one dimension of
being, birds cross it.

fed by springs and floods
shallow water table strained
by willows and fern.

a flooded sketchlike
territory of trees in
sepia, seeping.

waving antennae
watching the days grow longer
cognisant cockroach

a blazing night sky
reflected in dark water
the bright stars abovebelow

I don't have much hair
The hairdresser has it now
She has a broom too

sky and earth fuse in
one giant body of light.

Tree branches show bare
Coloured leaves fall to the ground.
Can this be Autumn?

duality: goodbad
it's human nature, and well...
i am a smart ass

damn sorry cockroaches i meant

ash, how DO they know?
the cokroaches, i mean
do YOU know they know?

although, real poets
you're fun but quiet of late
wish you would return

attention: dripsticks
please cut it out with the crap
you're so damn boring

my cape gathers dust
the Haiku Avenger sleeps
i can't be botheredi've got a new toy!

so do apes have souls?
and a more pressing question:
what about turkeys?

Life lived by facts and
without a soul is life unlived
and life untasted

Those who regard life
as dead now say as they live
it is existential

suicide

Couldn't hear a thing,
So Dad fucked me in the ear.
Earwax tastes bitter.

Wondering if the
extension of "life" concern
is for your friends too

christmas is coming
turkeys and geese fattening
mellie is slimming

huge tropical drops
soaking parched earth scribbly gums
loud thunder rumbling

dog's gone bananas
baby sleeps on blissfully
steaming bitumen

excited girl stands
playing sweet ocarina
on the verandah

cold rainstorm
yet summer is on the way
the cockroaches know

ev'rybody dies
you should just accept the facts
and live while you can

human family,
six billion degrees of
separation....nuts!

you higher primates,
obsessed with your extinction...
there's billions of you!

bananas won't do
it don't matter what you do
gotta throw some poo

face down in your puke
the acid burns my eyeballs
but what a fine treat

the raw stench of piss
swallow air keep from puking
giant pile of feces

You stand on Haystack
after the party ends and
you know why you were there

Still hand fed by those
in the news, uncertain too
providing thought bites

Writer's block sets in with
the cold weather and other dis
And more red suits worn