dog drops a stogie
scampers off a few paces
then returns to sniff

Always worse out there
Now I cant even complain
News provides some guilt

Moxie has returned!
the retarded prodigal!
life is indeed good!

i'm the new hitler?
but where's my funny moustache?
and where is the hate?

all hail to haiku
maintain a moving target
but keep it coming

no ronin, i don't
know hollywood bonfire,
and i don't want to.

I can smell her close
she told me to listen to music
and get rid of the junk

Hey, pack it on up!

Well, each person has
their own way of doing things and
it's a mind your own business
thing up here...
some people are just only happy
when they make others miserable

Well, the "strongest"
In America, survive, only to
hang themselves when they become CEO
Gee, what's missing?

maybe a conscience...

Oh, you're a waste of time....

MOXIE NEEDS TO GET OUT OF THIS COUNTRY
GO BACK TO THE LAND OWNED BY THE POMPOUS IMBREADS
GET OUT OF OUR FRICKEN COUNTRY
AND GO BACK WHERE YOU BELONG
WHICH IS INDEED TORONTO, CANADA

IF GRANDMOTHER HAD A BEARD
THEN SHE WOULD BE
CONSIDERED A GRANDFATHER

SETEVERYONEONFIRE IS A NAZI.
HOLOCAUST BULL YOU'VE BROUGHT BEFORE US,
SETFIREONEVERYONE IS NEW HITLER

holy wood bonfire?
methinks ronin would like to
set churches ablaze.

the haiku moment
never seemed so long before;
tears begin to fall.

........you dont by any
chance happen to know holy
....wood bonfire, do you

......sunburnt from driving
more red-pink because of beer
.....i wished she was there

(oh how she would have loved
...to down-swing me with her
...........KISSES, baby)

before the knockout
it's good strategy to feint
smarter than i thought

foreign policy
i find that hard to swallow
just like your pretzel

My brain just went "click"
But grabbing a beer instead
I bar those windows

So the old man faints
Pretzel size bundles of fate
Too bad he's OK

back from Hollywood
what a cesspool of surface
unrealities

Hollywood robs kids
I already read the book
Now its a movie

a matter of course
the unqualified success
of writing haiku

......trying out driving
at the range this afternoon
.......with k to inspire

...........i kinda miss k
her spontaneous child-like mien
........and playful flirting

If I write enough,
then soon the world will be mine.
a-HaHahaHA!

Doors! They let you in!
Let's drink to the inventor:
Crysanthamum Blah.

not so much a site,
more an alternative life -
talk between strangers

My feet smell lousy;
Picking up a cherry bomb,
I spilt tea on them.

twenty-five pages
more to write by tuesday next
three days left to go

after hiatus
jane returns to haiku land
procrastination

it was stinking hot
so I spent my day burning
some good old country

fresh from a shower
he came in a red t-shirt
then ate some pizza

no golfers today
the fat tree where ricky died
has a frosty shrine

T.O.'s got nothing,
Oktoberfest is the shit.
K-Town all the way!

I was born too late
History channel told me
You should wipe with leaves

may you inhale gum
up your nasal passages,
and feel like a fool

-ancient occidental curse

still with the extra
syllables, why don't you go
be kwel in TO ?

plastic society...
postmodern till postmodern
becomes obsolete tomorrow

mario party
a shitload of pok

No, the porcelain
translates teas warm message, to
your attentive hand

Flashing blank onscreen.
Film slipped off the reel,
to be continued...

Toronto huh?

Big feature that, aye
dunno much about that place
Canada's just "cool"

in the hand;
tea warms porcelain
almost too much

the Buddha also
once said, 'kick his ass SeaBass!!'
those guys said it all...

but, so what?

i tire of this talk;
it seems the buddha once said:
i have to go pee

one mitten
holds two frozen hands;
woolen cocoon

is that osama
looking pensive in the mall
eating felafel

purple jellyfish
luminous neon damsel
red sunburnt dermis