Low, dismal, leaping,
The man moves. The man despairs,
Retiring, swimming.

Rolling Stones
please do not tour
This country or I will lose you all

What country is it
when some shit on the street
Knows your business
***
Don't invest in Serbia
Your mind or whatever
It's a waste of time
***
And most important
don't trust the slavetradin' traitors
From the East Coast, USA

Sold out
to the Serbs
By Philly dumbasses & Co.
***
Slavery never ends
how many lifetimes
1 has to have

Sold out
to the Serbs
By Philly dumbasses
***
Slavery never ends
how many lifetimes
1 has to have

When you are a slave to the Serbian riches
And pigs (you never heard of) spy on your business
You have none

The tight cave sitting;
It is the dying welcome.
Commanding, I write.

The waiting moss dreams
Where open waters accept.
Does the dry branch wake?

Beyond the clean lamb,
Where the mournful maple craves,
I move; the fern climbs.

Twenty Breaths:


One
Deep
Breath and
You

Flesh-eating chipmunks
Perched upon my windowsill
Baring blood drenched fangs

Haiku about me
Will always be replaced with
Haiku about you

Please try to keep it
In a valid haiku form
It's really not hard

Fairytale Milo
Looking for an exit
This one's for you

"CIA Fires Employee"
Finally something constructive
For the brave only!

Not
The
Absence
Of despair;
The capacity
To move ahead in spite of it

She
Said
Goodbye
Like someone
Just renting a room
Left in the night without a word

this stupid bot spam
has been replaced with a real
genuine haiku

Lapis Lazuli
Amulet upon my head
Per, Book of the Dead

U.S commute time
Twenty five minute average
Me - thirty seconds.

Names for a girl child
Paucity and Plethora
So posh, so refined

Strawberry Blush lips
Twenty-two years old woman
Skin clear and peach like
*
She cuts my long hair
We talk life

Iron from a star
Haemoglobin in your blood
So we are stardust

Schwarzschild radius
Earth, 5.98 x 1027 g, 0.9 cm.
Sun, 1.989 x 1033 g, 2.9 km

Your soft lips on mine
In an intimate embrace
Singularity

Firm body smooth skin
Tasting you, holding you tight
Curves traced by my hand

sherbs shittin
shittin suck up
no good reason

Sometimes I get close
To finding the key answer
But what

Missing from my bed
The warmth and smell of females
God I

Mystery to me
I do not know what life is
Only to live well
*
Am I out of step?
World

Attacking beliefs
Is not koyaanisqatsi
Not the Hopi way

Finding oneself lost
Life

Cunting Christians!
Shove your Bible up your arse;
It sticks in my throat.

I'm not a poet
Just a disgruntled high tech
Worker with keyboard

Feces in storage
Fertilizer for the id
Anal retention

dux berlusconi
power off button missing
die motherfucker

unsure what love is
i know dreams become nightmares
i still get flashbacks
*
emotionally
exhausted by fighting hard
to find who i am
*
not enough of me
discovered to make enough
to know who i am
*

replica handbag
replica rolex
life insurance
ashley furniture
mortgage
cheap viagra
xanax
jewelery
drug detox
adult dating
ashley furniture
baby furniture
bedroom furniture
discount furniture
furniture store
kid furniture

Written by machine
The cold unfeeling poets
Of future lifetimes

Sorry, I

Lost something special
Unique relationships gone
For such a small price
*
What did I offer?
I gave you understanding
Love and devotion
*
You gave me some words
A relationship virgin?
Presumably yes
*
You need constancy
First sign of difficulty
You just ran straight out

This life

420 is good
Getting high is zen for us
But bong smoke leaves quick

A bot bottle-neck
pound them through a tiny hole
with a ten pound sledge

Gas prices soring
Oil company profits up
Kill all the oil men.

Thunderstorm abates
Awakened by the silence
Prefer dissonance
--Filched, in part, from F.S. Fitzgerald

Will Shakespeare said
"Kill all the lawyers." I say
"Kill all the bankers."

Three unrelated
lines. Is it human art, or
as good as machine?

Added insult... Bank
causes overdraft, then charges
overdraft fee. Fuckers!

God Damned Fucking Bank!
Took money out. Don't know why.
Now I'm overdrawn.