moxie, you should just
listen to your father and
mind your own business

ah, well, sex for procreation
and you wonder why?
this world is f-ed up?

where's the damn love?

please erase my non-poems

Well, I could say
the same for everyone else...
It's more like a "haiku" bulletin board
lots of cheap shots, occasional
jabbers, open thoughts

"God damn it, you don't mind
your own business"...thanks Dad

lost on bad haiku
wonder how did I get here
how do I get out

Nothing like farting
in a hot steamed-up shower
wear the essence of bung

rising from the ash
a few that are much too good
lost on bad haiku

if this isn't life
it's fair approximation
that fools most of us

Lost reality?
do you use television
to deliver life?

Some things are mystery
What is the meaning of this?
Try to understand

with liquid assets
we shared our portfolios
it was the market

lesson to be learned?
Blondes have more fun but they
forget where you live

Sunday night came soon
eyes of brown/blonde hair---nowhere!
took my shampoo too.

We did swap fluids
We traded our underclothes
{It was the liquer)

She claimed innocent
Brown Eyes like syrup---blonde hair
up high and down low

Mellie you made it!!
but you have to start using
your ass! and kick rob's!

Mellie! Stay away
from Rob! he is using you,
seduce hunter girl!

burdens? well, maybe.
I'm uncomfortable about "lay"
could you clarify?

mox you are so sad
sex just for procreation?
now THAT'S bad haiku

all tock no action
it's time someone did something
boy, get my slippers

no tock

such silly poets
stop-watches? well, they just tick
tick. tick. tick. tick. tick

stop watches begin
tick tock tick

tock

what she did for "love"!
Anna Nicole Smith wins BIG
scabby penis there

who likes mickey mouse?
such an annoying icon...
death to sacred mice!

erase your poems?
wake up and smell the beer, mox
there's none to erase

It has been a while
Since last I wrote bad haiku
or solidly shat.

I need not to lay my burdens out on you...
I need to bear your burdens with patience
and not self-righteous silliness!

Erase ALL my poems!!!

Hmm, which one of you is Jay
and which one of you is Silent Bob?

Those who aren't me
to someone have some
disgusting nature others hate

as much as I am here
I'm sure others love you
as well, those are more important

Irreverence is the
vital colic to the suicidal
days, we forget death

till it comes prematurely
that is a joke in itself
we make love only to continue the cycle

tick

stop watches begin

"my cow's sick, farmer.
what do you think i should do?"
"gave mine kerosene."

"well, hey there farmer.
i did like you said - she died!"
"yep, it killed mine too."

STOP watches

eat right, exercise
don't smoke, don't drink, sleep eight hours
give death a good laugh

taking a long pee
i can smell the day's coffee
i am its vessel

steamy summer days
segue into a warm autumn
i sit at my desk

finally, at last
the vulgarians return!
what took you so long?

watches

jesus fucking christ
k warches martha stewart?
that explains a lot

i think i might puke!
serious haiku romance?
ok, so fuck her...

waxing romantic...
well, that was interesting
back to our program

palest gossamer
skimming on the cool of (k)night
waxing towards the stars

rest assured sweet Scott
(a Moxie? that I am NOT)
just having some fun

romance in 2D -
hard to take seriously
here in the snakepit

words clamoured about
whipping entered knowing drafts
stole my quiet warmth

with some distraction
pleasant moments carefree pass
where's my poet's heart?

I've always noticed
those who talk in whispers
never speak out loud