Wistful countryside
Dull greens and smoke yellows
Far vistas mist veiled
*
How should I feel here?
Myself insignificant
A part and no more
*
All Mans arrogance
Earths priests force us to believe
Everything for us
*
Question my function
Do we have a true purpose?
For what am I here?
*
Am I pivotal?
What I to the universe?
Inconsequential?

scandalous gossip
unpublished hush history
Procopius work

Holding on? Let go?
How do I judge the right time?
Anyway I lose

Your eyes betray you
Your thoughts cannot stay hidden
Your eyes tell me all
*
They smile they are sad
An instant of emotions
Held for all to see

Looking for comfort
I slide my hand into yours
This sacred shared touch

love enough.forever
side together ..stranger ways
with another..time

fancy your ideals
a creation of vision
melody music

todays dishwater
rolls over hands that will
caress your breast later.

oh zabadooey
with such a short time to star
till janis deletes

often brilliant eyes
various and delicate
is beauty lace wing

Quiet borderland
Between starting a Haiku
Nothing comes, dread hush
*
Need inspiration
My thoughts turn to idiots
They write without thought!

Popular demand?
For such a brief appearance
Must cost an ego

Naked I gambol
Amid heather and brambles
My skin in shambles

Beautiful woman
Sally is my new partner
We

Pounding sound of rain
Natural sounds of the world
Its flat roof music

The words

fancy handkerchief
happens to be bass player's
own index finger

Delicious flatus,
first fart of this bright new day;
hint of tomatoes

early bird gets worms
but it seems the second mouse
always gets the cheeeez

'Pop!' goes the weasel
which is really pretty weird
wouldn't you agree?

it's hard to juggle
too many balls in the air
but worse when one pops

real consequences,
real people's lives, real problems;
self-satisfying shit

why so sinister?
a real fly in the ointment,
your heart is black ice

You think yours is bad
Get a load of these haikus
I think you're clever

amazing conceit,
use people as means to an end?
go and fuck yourself

THAI COUP HAIKU
Under martial law
At least the streets will be safe
And the king is loved.

knowingly misled
ruthless lying exploiter
plays games with real lives

Words, we need to hear

Falsely, lovers work.
Birds fairly catch an angel.
Perfumed blossom works.

Tepid, small heat lurks.
Summer wastes fearing hatred.
Perhaps, tarmac walks.

If I could go back
And change one thing from my past
I'd pick conception

I often wonder
smart people putting us on
or imbeciles mean it
*
take out my planner
big note to self ~ tomorrow
be spontaneous

With blind conviction
We see the thing we love most
With unseeing eyes
*
Obsessive, certain
Our fixation unheeding
All common sense gone

Have you read this lot?
For gods sake write something good
It

Trekki question one.
Who do you prefer, James Kirk
or Jean-Luc Picard?

ever get the feel
that you being told "get lost"
or being ignored ??

hmm
well..
all i gotta say is..

na na na na na
your daddy's an alcoholic..and
momma's on welfare ..

For a friend upon dropping her phone in the toilet:
Crystal with her phone
Holds the poo-poo to her face
Hello there, Feces?

devours all things
final arguments chosen
on top the altar

Thy tea is bad
Oh bright demon
But for tea we are glad

you supply me with sum
I'll gratefully give summ back
1 + 1 is 2

graphic depictions
cinematic viloence
Theatre Salon

Some were bad some good
Some of my past works attacked
Why castigated?

waterloo sunset .
i die because i'm living . . .
oh! god! it's Kinky!

a pork chop sandwich
with coleslaw and apple sauce
now that's good eaten'

poor miller's daughter
the straw must be turned into gold
guess my name he sang

No criticism
Writing under pseudonyms
Some of my best work

traces of death..grim
BANNED form my video store
prob-bly for the best

Brent: what do we care?
Scarlett: Fiddle- dee- dee, war
Rhett :Frankly my dear....

Je vais, Tu vas, Il/
Elle/On va, Nous allons, Vous
Allez, Ils/elles vont.

Eating much funghi
I see rainbow-halo'ed moon
And green face-flowers.