No, he didn't surf
Katsushika Hokusai
These things go in waves

A circle of jerks
Engaged in a daisy chain
Crass pollination

Mouth over cat

Starting to wake up,
I yawn, stretch and scratch my nuts.
Shit! It

I hang upside down,
let the tar drain from my lungs.
I smoke far too much.

My coffee is cold.
I microwave it again.
My coffee is warm.

I lay on the bed
and float up to the ceiling.
It

How

We just had coffee
I am still in love with her
Miss my ex lover

Our sea

Teetering madness
I just ignore my problems
Hope they go away

How was I to know?
It

streams of consciousness
strange tangential communions
contagious madness

i write about surf
using the vernacular
and you chuck that up

Call to God

i was fully sick
that looked awesome she told me
scorching right hander

Just wait it

How am I doing?
My life, all that it could be?
Is there more than this?

I spin on one foot
Just looking for a way out
It

Memorable haiku.
No! Funny absolutely.
And sometimes profound.

Defenestration.
A window onto the world,
Literally. Splat!

This dyslexia
It no is matter laughing
Cure for be can found

Semaphore haiku
\./ _./ \. ._ - "Five more! Seven more! Five more!"
\ /
Aerobic meter

Listen up Cheney
The phrase is 'The buck stops here'
_Not: 'The buckshot's here'

parthenogenic
Like Christ and 'Whip-Tail Lizards'
Both clones of their mom

See Dick. See Dick hunt.
Quail not duck. Duck harry duck
He didn't duck, Dick.

Life is no more than
a sexually transmitted,
terminal disease.
>
Raw flesh exposed weeps,
the loins stabbed and injected
with life

Stiff opposition
in the ring: one submission,
one throbbing sphincter.

dyslexic poet
you know it's the thought that counts
and thus you fcuk up

Lacking social skills
I grab her arse and fondle
Speak obscenities

Wot you lookin' at?
You got a fuckin

Sitting on the shelf,
now comes crashing to the floor,
Humpty-Cookie-Jar.

Hunting catapult,
baby mice ammunition.
A red splattered wall.

birdy flew -- boom -- missed
friend peppered ironically
V.P. -- what a dick!

No Dude, I'm Laughing.
Of Course It Is,"Bad Haiku".
You Are The New King

Dude, I laugh
All your base
Are belong to us

Did Doc Severinson
perform some amputations
before conducting?

Quaffed so much vodka
Painful head, puked under bush
Intoxicated

Golden Adele
and Brad Pitt in vienna
Both just visitors

Brown Water and Wood
I guess it's a metapher
Fascist's dream came true

in ninety nine years
some bad haiku on my grave
life is not a game

Luhan my Marshall
Modern Media Guru
and crazy dreamer

What if you were right?
Your Global Village on fire.
Fuck Information?

Freedom of haiku!
Powerful Incorrectness
Don't show no respect!

Pregnant with maggots.
Sunken-eyed and coffin-wombed.
Rigor mortis babe.

Virgins in a row.
All bright-eyed and glossy-lipped.
Giggling question marks.

The cheeks slowly part.
A tongue drools down the warm cleft.
Threads of saliva.

swollen fingers throb
time to make a mental note
don't thump a wasp nest

come on you people
production values waning
an your spelling sucks

Scandinavians
Hurtling down slopes in tights
Dead air, NBC

Waves crash upon rocks
thunder claps rien thi air

green grass swaing
trees waving
green