call yourself doktor
davorkian of haiku
your attempts kill me

moron you call me
i withdraw my capital
leaving you poorer

To the misguided moron known as Ash:

One and all! Refrain!
Be quiet or ravage your
own forsaken name!

Me devotchka,
So long you remain away,
Should I accept you?

the sloth has moved on
my week is gamecube and you
the sun shines again

many shattered dreams
heads full of nightmares heartaches
loving still matters
methinks

I play the game mate
suck up the dic dot com
going up and down

played literati
thanks to suck my dic dot com
i'm sad i went down

you've got it wrong ap
mistaking ingots for crap
give your wrist a slap

The two-way mirror
behind Rudolf's furry rear
lets the reindeer leer

moxie please die...now!
a transparent attempt at
ruining the ash name

the correct order
to read to read my old masterpiece
is listed below

17921 17920 17919 17918
(ie, down the page)

attention george bush
elvis has left the building
the party's over

dis is my poem
it is not moxie and so:
dis not my poem

Throw out a leg - trip
a misguided misfitted
fallen messenger.

for the sake of the greater good

Obviously a
Moxie attack on ashes
Copyrighted name

old Jedi mind trick
draws forth a semblance of life
here, drink some vodka

so it's not haiku
but see if i give a toss
from twenty years back :

just when you think that it's going so well
circumstance transforms nirvana to hell
something around you's beginning to smell
it seems

bereft of things that really mattered
cupid lying raped and tattered
lost in pain, romance's shattered
dreams

but then that's just the way that it goes
pseudoromantic emotional throes
less on reflection than one could suppose
he thinks

released from the bond of distorting affection
pondering over that psychic erection
telling himself in astute recollection
love stinks

the vast universe
must somehow contain life forms
that communicates

thinking about it
i'd rather feel your soft parts
than think about it

k you are not bored,
if you are boring, face it,
you are just boring.....

k you should get a
Bitch biopsy, cancer of
the bitch; stop it's spread

im am fat
my name erica
big nut sack
i cant get a guy
even if i zip down my fly

she facinates me
astride me, she is grinding
such a fine jiggle

frozen homeless broad
her face a delighted mask
wow a whole dollar!

horny lung pictures
pink tissue ripe for fucking
the bleach stink of cum

Ben Harper cranks out
his heart, guitar becomes a
sauasge grinder for

a sensitive soul.

Homeless woman takes
my dollar. The frost covers
us tonight. And her?

i love men, really
just ones who have a brain as
big as they claim...well.....

rain arrives again
unwelcome to many but
bringing so much life

grafitti splattered
tunnels take me into the
heart of rain washed streets

Cold seizes us now,
terrible this going in.
Lights sparkle in snow.

snow downs the trees with
soft and the stars shine hard with
brilliant dead light

honestly, that should
get some of you guys going
it's been real boring

(I really did have
a lung biopsy, but it
was all for reaearch).

lung biopsy to-
day, and all guys want to write
about is dicks

what a surprise to
know that while I'm looking at
pictures of my lungs

guys are simply yank-
ing away at their stupid
little, unused dicks.

thers a gine in my wine
test and more tests
man i want to have sex

ass and gum on my thumb
and genis on my penis
ohh my boner
im a stoner

i looked at her lucious breasts
so fine like that science test
looking at them just got me hard
i just felt like a retard

hmmm...k sounds guilty
doesn't she? I thought I had
picked up code blue

..for a while there

no submit problems
here. Maybe you just need to
reboot or switch off.

hmm didn't happen that time!

my browser IE 6+ has been
crashing after submitting XP home ed.
any one else? Where is everyone?

Jump up and down ten
Times, Drink a glass of water,
What is going on?

janis i think your site
is giving my browser the
hicoughs.... possible?

A simple love awash,
Ocean of complexity,
Enjoy the voyage.