if I am dead then
who will respond to your taunts?
the fun will be over

well, if it is not
you, then, how can you feel those
emotional landscapes

bjork speaks of if there
is no love in your soul, when
"is it all viewpoint?"

Columbine was the
same idea, suicide plus
revenge on the herd

I would be in hell
if I decided this path
and you would be too

Oh you are
shuch a fucker
bich ass

ap...

are you suggesting
I strap a bomb to myself
and, praise Allah whilst...

walking in your direction?
hmm, you might take back that idea
of "glorious suicide" if it is your head
on the line

woeful reception
could some other ariel
improve the picture ?

fall about the place
sounds more intoxicating
than autumn is here

i can take only
so many painkillers to
numb this damn toothache

I'm having some fun........

Well, I hear you here;
the message, thwarted you see,
is waiting for thee...

sorry I feel shame now,
must stop bullying poor mox..
someone else's turn.

moxie, suicide
isn't 'giving up' if you
have right attitude

moxie's skull surrounds
cotton-candy-like mess of
pink and grey gristle

the wine glass surrounds
deepest ruby red liquid
cheapest buzz I know

the cocoon surrounds
the souls and minds of those in
transition of self

thoughtless road rage child
move the fuck on, and not get
shot in the head now

:p

the child sits outside
throwing stones at helpless birds
reflecting his friends

fuck off moxie!

Who can see virtue
when all I've seen is my own
fear of reprisal?

Hey pretty birdie
Perched high upon the treetop
Please don't poop on me

This is far too bad
to be called a bad Haiku.
It is simply shit.

Sometimes I feel like
I am the only one who
Cares about haiku

I do feel those depths
of emotions, selfish is
the torment but so

is suicide, and
that is giving up, bombs, void
you miss the laughs, and

you miss the air, the
stereotyped simple things
a few people, fuck

well, here's the rub, life
is suffering, and fun and
a lot of ands/buts

The blast from the past;
I certainly remember
Seeing that before

makes me want to say
it's a wonderful world for
you, but not for me

dubya o dubya
will a fuel shortage trub' ya ?
iraqis snub ya

was that "lost highway"?
no, not a david lynch film
just a bad haiku

was that "lost highway"?
no, not a david lynch film
just a bad haiku

his mattock weilding
she's carved up and laid out now
leaves a gaping hole

he'd wildly slashed her
all for some lady fingers
to fill that place there

A bad po em is
one thing. A bad Hai ku adds
up to sev en teen

pulling legs off bugs,
torturing mox, remorseless
continuum of fun

bank shares are rising
other than for the west bank
morally bankrupt

I.N.G. direct
guy...whenever he says 'nickle
and diming!!' cracks me up.

at first I thought less
of you, but then remembered
all those poor ants

i used to pull legs
off spiders and watch them sit
but I was a kid

seems that in my haste
I did but forget to type
that color *pink* there

flowered prison
(my brother would fling those frogs)
seems so much kinder

a plan's been floated
to pour sea in the niger,
bring in oil tankers

the ladyslipper
had a flower that i made
a prison for frogs

i'd sit by the spring
dip pebbles on a forked twig
all stones were precious

great huntress had I
yapping beagle chasing dreams
Bimbo was her name

i used to pretend
i was an indian brave
moving noiselessly

when i was a child
the forest was my playground
it's been mostly cleared

once all the redwoods
were nearly in my back yard
lived in Eureka

when you're on a roll
you could be most anything
seedy, sweet or smooth

just hit me that you're
gone and that i'm here alone
can't wait 'till thursday

well, if libra could
restore the balance to that
region, it would be

cool...

flying Saturday
triskaidekaphobian
unfortunately