snowdrop and mittens
are playful pastel pussies
just watch your noggin....

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black coffee, i cry
if the haiku don't kill me
i'll live till i die

i think badhaiku's
your eternal damnation
and so for us, too

moved within my heart
rhythmic tonic soothes - it seems
sadness reaches out

I'm very human
I enjoy life at times, and suffer
as we all do...

Those who see only the poetry here
miss the whole picture, and I miss
the ones whom they are, we are
both Frodo and Gollum

I'm a Scorpio
that's no excuse to be a jerk like I was
but I evoke strong feelings...

I'd rather be on the side of light

the stress I got here
was from the hatred of some
they just want an easy out

and want to be right
at any cost

well, if I did that
I'm carrying the ring of doom
and I lived? who knew?

suicide is eternal damnation
no one should be encouraged to do so,

so I guess moxie
is important to haiku
he's the dark not light

but recognizing
his existence is a bad
thing...pandora's box.

so I guess moxie

'

"im margret thatcher"
dipping fingers in my wine
pool cue in his eye

poets need a muse
somehow we got stuck with mox
grandma has a cock

what's good without bad?
and what's bad without awful?
mox serves his purpose

like flying through flack
mox grotesque haiku attack
man that guy is whack

i don't really think
moxie is human, just a
bot sending out spew

moxie finally
committing suicide would
be a promise kept

i hope moxie gets
run over by monster trucks
on a drunk rampage

there are two good things
come out of texas: whitley
and highway 40

a quick moxie treat:
christ, suicide, anal sex
good in small doses

years go by waiting
for someone else to under-
stand....choked on beauty

"silence blossoms like
tumors on our lips" Cohen
likes the song also

din of ecstasy?
din of silence is more apt
but whitley does help

pink pills, baby smooth
slice the nuts, snip the hoses
vasectomy day

Wave of emotion
cascades over me like stench
from a sulphur fart

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.