pigeons flying rats,
their cooing, like fingernails
scratching on boredom

pigeons flying rats,
there cooing, like fingernails
scratching on boredom

mukis and vomit
these things all fall in to it
what a piece of crap

good for nothin bird
with a twisted nasty mouth
pigeons make me sick

good for nothin bird
with a twisted nasty mouth
pigeons make me sick

mox is as mox does
and since i've never spoofed mox
one wrong makes no right

two wings made a wong.
number that is, Then three?
a bird and a half?

two wrongs make a right
and three wrongs make everything
right enough to be wrong

my little brother
really...a pain in the ass
I love to beat him

My little sister
Has a flare for dramatic
Likes to sound beaten.

Staring at the clock,
Bored silly, need to stay up -
It is caffiene time!

but I must admit
that Boston gal (yes, it's true)
s'in a royal funk

just another name
(love those nom de plumes, I do)
not pregnant at all

my fingers are fat
so chubby I can't type right
water retention

Ican't see my legs
my belly is simply huge
two more months to go

It's up to my waist
and through its soupy mist
I can't see my legs

*sigh*

the thread of desire
and the needle that draws it
is my nemesis

strangers when we meet
how quickly the courtship passed
strangers as we part

I hate the summer
My car AC had gone out
Three hundred and Ten.

Sitting in office,
Must haiku before I work -
Will get pink slip soon.

We all need haiku
Bad haiku better than none
At best, busy work

those who procreate
must know something that i don't...
that, or vice versa

often forgotten
in the quest for seventeen:
the haiku moment

first, five syllables
second, seven syllables
third, five syllables

"all too easy"
-darth vader

you useless pedant
unworshipped; paralysis
of ostentation

yeah
i blew that one
and this one.

simple catalyst
i become violent, seeing
your NASCAR sticker

the old man gargles
the blue bong sings in gurgles
the young man giggles

some like it baking
some just get bak

mewrowr? mewr mrrow
seven syllables of cat
are too hard to scan

belov-ed sunshine
this house feels much like a kiln
summer is coming

how can haiku stop?
shit and poetry don't end
equal amounts here

mysterious cat
so many stories to tell
and only one word

the muse is angry
spraying bodily fluids
from all orifices

infinite is
the permutation of one
when one is deep sky

real sorry, jesse
will try not to spraypaint folks
tough to control, though

mox, you're a fuckwit
i came to check the haiku?
inane once again

your spastic colon
i can't take you anywhere
how embarrassing

haiku is finite
when the last one is written
we'll need new hobbies

this is my haiku
i have now wasted two lines
this is the third one

Urban youths gyrate
on cardboard in baggy clothes

The Muse is angry
using haiku for chat makes
her want to vomit

Well, some know the game
and some make up the rules as
they go right along

Y my rating sucks
'cause dave's a proper bastard
dickhead dot com too

Well, I guess you take
it as it falls and deal with
Grandma's cock per diem

it must be dave's fault
when i lose literati
grandma has a cock

When someone catches
on fire, sometimes, it's a
spiritual flame

then again, we are rife
for satire here

Which came first, the press?
The president, the king? Well
Sheep are sheep are sheep

banned for life thats what
one bartender says, yet he
makes it such a point......