bung daddy mourns loss
can't figure out the site
christ, what a moron

the taxman cometh.
the lord giveth and taketh.
I merely posteth

i love not working
i can spend vast amounts of
time hitting "refresh"

turned down again by
a focus group, reason was
i used to program

i regret late nights
but only in the morning
rise, rinse, and repeat

(incidentally,
i love all my drunken friends
who call me at 2)

moxie has returned!
psychobabble is back!
did you take your meds?

I welcome the rain
storms are so very sexy
need to end this drought

i think rehashing
is a bad idea, moxie
please lay off the hash

well, like anything
if I keep rehashing
re-runs to the 700 club

might as well work at burger king

destroyer of words
the angel of death of thought
poetic a-bomb

mox is biblical
right out the holy book
a plague of locusts

there are some people
telling me Christ is a sodomite
and making me want to
do myself in, AGAIN surprise
over Internet babble
as my friend cliff said,
PENGUIN TALK!

entropy returns
buildings crumble into dust
welcome back, moxie

Hello you old birds
God bless you, but
where the heck is Ms. Rosewater?

like a naked lunch
back to and a little twisted
and waiting for Jack

ich bin nicht sehr froh

sleep well fellow friends
for hours and untouched by
what's called CET

i am a fan of
peanut butter sandwiches
yum yum yum yum yum.

my grandfather is
a rather old man, baby
does that surprise you?

I mean, we're looking
down on Wayne's basement, only
that's not Wayne's basement.

...the ending is reached
before the"ah hah" climaxed
(sounds familiar,eh?)

my heavy eyelids
battle against gravity
after night duty

The only problem
with Haiku is that you just
get started and then

black licorice
no stars swirling deep within
night sky hard and wet

The futur insn't what it used to be.
At least I think so.

quick course in Chinese
thank you is " twen tee persent"
(Chinese waiter joke)

"someone thinks you are
wonderfully mysterious"
my fortune cookie

hey, lucky penny
you're the mysterious one
thank you for the smile

2 AM phone call
my drunken friends want to know
"did you sleep with her?"

fifty-six degrees!
strangest warm March confuses
teases New England

Peter Greenaway?
that's another story though...
inventive genius

call me old-fashioned
still a faithful U2 fan
(no picture needed)

pleasantly surprised
ephemeral spirits pass by
pull upon my soul

circle the wagons
no one is gonna fix mine
i did the poodle

being delights in
being, the morning wraps me
steady as a flame

dreamt of falling in
a lawnmower where the blades
were made of taffy

Brush of sunlight...but
in gray drifts you gather round,
my indirection

finds direction out,
sun rises again, time to
fall through a dark swirl.

Jazz avant garde that
pushes the limits of thought
is really quite rare

Jazz avant garde that
pushes the limits of thought
is really quite rare

arrived home from the
north beach neighborhood, I saw
the broun fellinis

what a great jazz band
why do people insist on
talking during play?

....waiting for my call
another set of pumpkins
...hot fresh and raring

very funny, AP

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no she is Sarah
on the new survivor, mel
seduce hunter first!

her old mutt "wagon"
knocked up my prize show poodle!
i'll fix her "wagon"!

"what a little bitch!"
can't believe she slept with him!
I'll fix her wagon!

mellie on telly!?!
with some wiggle and jiggle?
must have been baywatch.

ok people, there
is a thing called life out there
turn off the machines!

"i need a new car."
"oh don't be ridiculous,
i'll fix your wagon!"

opening the door-
water water everywhere
..must leave seattle

....last night i met a
.guest relations officer
....who related well

.....oversized pumpkins
was what i used to have for
..my hot midnight snacks