duh duh duh duh duh
duh duh duh duh duh duh-oh
blah blah blah blah blah

A tour of duty,
In ol, Afganeestan, eatin
All them daymn burkkass

done does a Taxass moth proud /_o/_
' '

I want hot cross buns
feeling santa's sack's empty
nothing there for me

circles and circles
turning in the flurry of
thought, now I sit still

maddening against the
graying sky of winter where
bits of autum float!

even in the rain
moths still strangely attracted
to the light, approach

in cathedral rays
bursting throught the forest trees,
a ball of gnats spins

excess syllables
embarass my poor effort
not held to a count

unlike herr doktor
and i also suspect a.p.
grandma has a cock

insults are easy
meaningful critique is hard
so go fuck yourself

give it your best shot
being boring is harder
than saying nothing

Loss and violence,
That double helix ribbon,
Twisting together.

Loss and violence
That double helix ribbon
growing together

Bored. Boring.
Brooding. Doodling.
Get a life.

Hey Hey what can I do?
Hey Hey fuck you!
Everyone here is a big herb
You all suck buffalo testicles.

so piss off you prick
is what I should have said then
i did not say that

like Ash to bore me
but that has not happened yet
you piss of you prick

ash is soooo boring
and now im imploring that
ash just go away

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.....