Hearts will never be
practical until they are
made unbreakable.

Vomit ends migraine.
It's biodegradable:
undigested corn.

I'm a knucklehead.
To bed too late brings migraine.
Horray for these pills!

A life of errands
Two respites, panging longings
for her; for Paris

The redwood forest
Santa Clara county parks
Santa Cruz Mountains

mount madonna mama
Love to know more, must tell you
Your links not working

Tap-dancing and slide
Do you think you

A bright sunny day
Prickley grass beneath your feet
You stepped in dog doo

even when she died
I heard the train like always
humming past the sound

as to the outcome
she could never quench her thirst
even when she died

the cab drivers name
revealed no obvious clues
as to the outcome

folded in amongst
many long important lists
the cab drivers name

folded in amongst
dead wet leaves and tender green
a salamander

LOOK G WE SCREWED THIS GUY UP...
MUTHAFUCKA, WE RULE THIS WORLD!
DONT TELL, FEEL CONCHIE PANGS BOUT ANYTHANG ???
,,,
KXC PPAWL { { { { { SUSTAIN } } } } }

THE UNKNOWN PASSERBY HAIKU (Accepting hommages)
...

How bad could i be
tap dancing on crap, Ashburner Str.
Stench pungent and gliding
...
Oozing inside my nostrils
with eyes drawn schtraight to her butt
Unknown passerby, she passes by in the night

ancient pentium
attached via ethernet
using ubuntu

How bad could i be
tap dancing on crap, Ashburner Str.
Stench pungent and gliding

Oozing inside my nostrils
with eyes drawn schtraight to her butt
Unknown passerby passes by in the night

koc koc

Six years together
The rest of life is longer
What do we do now?

The scent's creeping into my nostrils
with eye rustled against her butt
Unknown passerby passes by in the night

How bad could I feel
tap dancing on crap, Ashburner Str.
Stench pungent and gliding

You know "Three Dog Night"?
This was a "Three Pill Migraine".
Man, I hate those things.

The American
way of punctuation's dumb.
The Brits have it right.

Gentle breeze blows tree
crud into my drink. It's now
impure ... "natural".

Paid my dues for 3 centuries
ahead, still human jealousy
Rules the pissy world

Tonight's forecast: Dark.
Continued dark for tonight.
Light in the morning.


- inspired by Al Sleet, the "hippie-dippie weatherman"

Noodle bar for lunch
Tofu, ginger, chilli and tomato
On whole wheat noodles

simply be sizes,
fourteen to fucking thirty,
thats really massive

the queen of hearts she,
made some tarts it was a red,
hot lesbo gang bang

i would like for me,
and vince vaughn to get it on,
i can dream can't i?

Thank you it

oh no im bleeding!
that fucking paper is gay
i shall sue its arse

oh dear im alone,
who will give me a sponge bath?,
i smell like old feet

Getting writers block
Can't come up with great haiku
Need inspiration.

nine and a half years
thirty-six thousand haiku
grandma has a cock

Another "standing
O". Every time I walk in.
Yes, it does get old.

She chose me, but why?
I'm old, fat, bald, and ugly.
Of course, so is she.



Inspired in part by Bad Haiku #35887 by Dirty Old Man

One more box of wine
And I'll be lounging supine
Nude in the sunshine

The refreshing verse
Of years gone by surfaces;
Grandma has a cock

The rain is drop-shaped
Clanging on the windowsil
Getting people wet

Poor Niles now he has
an Ism after his name
It is just not fair

such nihilism
it's pretty hard to believe
grandma has a cock

Such high brow Haiku
Thought,

My little pony
I remember your theme song
Oh so very well

horse before descartes
i think therefore it might be
but you just can't tell

God does not exist
Suspension of disbelief
Is for the movies

Once, there were many
gods. Now, just one. Limit, as
t grows, is zero.

There's just one person
in the whole world for me. Look!
Right in the same town!

I looked out the window and saw
A guy with a gigantic maw
I flipped him the bird
And called him a turd
And now I face the wrath of the law

There once was a guy named dude
Who loved bowling and weed and some food
When the nilists came calling
In the city so sprawling
He had to abide or be screwed

A limerick my friend did once say
Is a form of verse that helps pass the day
They're often quite dirty
And rarely quite purdy
It beats bad haiku any day