trailing chimney smoke
winter nears longed completion
yesterday is lost

What

Confidence can be
an excuse for laziness

Feeling confident

Personal effort

hunting for their prey
two red-tailed hawks' low circle
eyes do follow ground

Victim now of hate -
fifteen vicious Cossack knights
hunting for their prey

weeping icicles
streaming silver-wet cascade
splash upon the rocks

splash upon the rocks
single malt scotch will do, thanks
thaw those winter blues

nice one scotch me lad
i'm quite the auteur myself
when it comes to that

unfortunately
my finger's create typo
but I won't obsess

pale subnlight journeys
weary spirit passes by
searching for the spring

Obsession is there
Every time i write something
Some fool does comment

seems the time is right
ash: wish that you could be mine
irresistible

Still is the water
Broken by a disruption
The coming of rain

long on syllables
obsession your delusion
bottom of the class

Short on talent then?
Why does everybody obsess
Over my haikus then?

blix sticks fix with nix
war more sure than 'twas before
rhyme but not reasons

she flounced down the street
jiggling like a cheap hooker
in an old movie

What tomorrow brings:
A funeral for a friend
Then a friend to kiss

it makes sense to me
that you'd get a peach while high
since they are stone fruit

dare i eat a peach?
a blue, glowing martian peach?
eat or be eaten

"so you play music?
what instrument do you play?"
me: "I play the fool"

timing! that's the key
to all the best comedy
wait, i screwed that up

let me demonstrate
what sheer talent truly is:
take it away, ash

seems thin-skinned to me
(student of boring ennui)
short on talent too

Male maturity?
So I am immature then
Writing on this site
Has shortened what was
Left of my patience for those
Who would be stupid

Your opinions are
Not important to me so
I shall ignore them

Let's get one thing straight
I'm sure you're a nice person
But I have no proof
And I shall assume
You are standard redneck scum
And discard your views

dear boyish student
have you ever considered
male maturity

See the callous sheep
How it affects my spelling
With its evil ways

See the callous sheep
How it eats the other's grass
Amd torments the dog

my secret weapon?
thirty-eight then twenty two
thirty-eight again

My secret weapon,
a blue bar of wonder-all,
scrubs winter away

With tickets in hand
I now anxiously await
the puppy-go-round

Swirling to my waist
like my feet upon the sky
a color so blue

Sky went nuclear
with millions of tiny flakes
a winter snow-bomb

what's any guy want
everything given freely
and then even more

Tis good to be back
after time circling the moon
apollo now lands

what could he want now?
looking for that perfect gift
my sweet valentine

Oh my, another
But I only wrote one poem then
Twenty five dollars?

Poet of the year?
You censored most of my work
Most of the good poems

there is a name for
what afflicts you mox, your pain
is named "your a slut"

Lil Bush and Cheney
Show the way to victory
to a horse and ass

If I sit through Dub's
Sales Seminar tonight, do
I get the toaster?

the apple's humming
out in the dark a dog barks
two pee cee's whirring

welcome back betty
mars is a long way to go
but not when ya high

the dog runs ahead
barking puffs of frosted breath
minus one degrees

There was a sweet time
between the moment we kissed
and when I shot you

I've got a blue peach
from the time I got so high
I landed on Mars