I personally think the pig,
is worth more, but hey...what
can you do when you are French?

Ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaa!!!
SF is a dork!
Haaaaa, ha, haaaaaaaaaaa!

Ce sale - immonde - porc
ne vaut que cent-trente kilos
de vulgaires dechets

Quel lercio suino
val centotrenta chili
di vil letame

As the lake freezes
White blanket covers the earth
But a bright, clear day

a haze of dense fog
viscous dribbles of mucus
winter is coming

some abandonment
rather than being reckless
recognises wrecks

In a moonlit glade
The crows call out to above
For their light goddess

Non sono kofrim,
ma veri criminali!
Saran puniti!

A true happiness
easy found harmonious
comes with acceptance

Live life as given
Look only to help others
No reward needed

Death must always win
But only after life starts
Unbroken cycle

The constant struggle
Supremacy denied all
This life

His very existence
Questions unanswerable
in this outer shell

Sits uncomfortable
Deep within his struggling self
Not understanding

Faithful to the last
His self-oblivion close
What need he for help

six months gone by and
i have not been happier
in my entire life

the horizon
a winter tree sways
in the ocean

cracked sidewalk
the brown line shimmers near the anthill

fleeting existence
irrevocably empty
why bother living

overcast
a patch of sunlight on driftwood

boarded up window
attic sunlight on the pigeons

nourishment
the child sips the bottom of a malted milkshake

thaw a wolf tastes the air

spindrift
snowgeese honking in twilight

I was but away
(I never had any steam)
On my easter break

Wellcome back thought you
had taken a holliday
Just run out steam?

You see, dear Student,
this is what this nice audience
thinks of you as well

The monkey is quick
With his thoughtless haiku poo
He spreads it about

Well did I learn any
thing, no. Just be true to your
self, don

He agreed every
Thing I said, bet if I said
sun was green he

Had drinks last night with
cousin of the Aga Khan,
tried hard to like him

I think I will hang
on to stupidity for
a little while

Hang on you cant let
go of nothing and nothing
lacks understanding

This Zen business is
tough. Can

So if we stop thinking then
Utopia, surely most
of the world is there

True pure thought flies as
fast and straight as an arrow
unheeding control

Keep the door open
Make space, ideas will return
of Their own free will

You can

A sleek black horse
metaphor for my ideas
grazes quietly near

Humming a simple
tune, what is left of ideas
fly

Pure thought corrupted
submerges in the morass
that passes for brain

Thoughts run gracelessly
Through my mind, stopping only
momentarily

Sir Sexually
Frustrated, just bang your mom.
We've all hit it once.

Placing illegal
bets on tennis equiptment.
Call it a racket.

god i love hockey
the only sport left where the
blacks don't dominate

end racism now
everyone fuck everyone
till we're all light brown

on her, in the last one

don't go down her
if it is just a hookup
aim shoot and then leave

on your first snowball
make sure she swallows the load
i puked my first time