getting drunk on saturday?
Oblivion awaits you
God that's so boring

So much more to life
This is not a rehearsal
This is the real thing

unless it scares you
stand still and get connected
Ask! "Me" who am I?

May surprise yourself
See the world for the first time
truly beautiful

Such a mystery
The complexities of woman
Why aren't they like me?

The thick-skinned woman
I know her! and many more
it's all just a front

she flaunts with thick skin
in attempt to hide herself
hustling empty men

Rise to the challenge
squeezed by tight limitations
Your mind forced to work

it's ironic how
life can be summed up in just
a few words on screen

Security tag
Stuck on the crutch of blue jeans
A mannequin's penis?

twilight settled
light has dawned
debris is gone

warm genitalia
rising to the occasion
asses in the air

circumlocuted
in a shortening spiral
into mine own arse

i blew the first line
inhaled the remaining gram
heart palpitations

flippant assbaggery
coupled with hats made of ass
obsessed with recess

what could one posit
in such a small form? Nofit-
haikus are too short.

Skylarks on the wing
The hush of breeze blown cornfields
Noises of summer

the scabs on my cock
crack and bleed with arousal
sorry bout the taste

from the crib, a noise
eager child extends her arms
like an offering

I don't get haiku.
Why use artificial rules?
Off to write blank verse.

two old plant pots -
the silver key between,
left behind with care

a road i never liked
then to find out-
it had been stoned.

Bad haiku I read
Like last nights fish in the sink
Wreaking scents abound.

Long distance romance:
"Distance is unimportant."
"I can't hug that far."

The promised dog was
given away, back to me,
then taken again.

monumental motions
tug too and fro-
unexpected expectations.

wind and clouds
relentless,
crashing waves.

beak to the wind
yipping and yapping-
red flag on festival.

who to become like
avoiding life as one life of
apathy consumed

darkness covers
warmth of light-
sounds are final sight.

putrefying flesh
wrinkles and varicose veins
balls-deep in the rot

silent breath of air
unknowingly observed by nature-
changed by observation.

cloud line moving
darkness gathering, too late-
for the sun

seagulls a flight
jet trails and
small birds high flying.

approaching sixty
wild acceleration
blind dead end ahead

with advancing years
feeling sorry for myself
instead of others

through layers of fat
and cries of pain i have reached
her moist pink center

should've known what's inside.
when I bit the age old fruit.
Rotten to the core.

calm down elio,
don't get all teario,
i won't say cheerio,
please come heerio,
i just want you neario.
ey, ey, ey, elio.

through the door she goes,
as her breath escapes his lips,
like thorns on a rose

archeologists
shall soon unearth your hard drive
ancient archived porn

don't hold me back this
is my own hell christ bait
slug bait rising bring you down

marking of time again
not so particularly-
uncomplicated.

the innocent birds
the critters, doing their thing
make life worth living

mulberry laden
furry fat bellied squirrels-
cardinals also.

trends breed groupthink and
nothing makes me more on guard
than recycle this

don't fade quietly
even burned out stars shine bright
leave something behind

caressing your balls
while the tears stream down my face
choke me with your cock

arrived before time
smattering about a few acorns-
coast guard festival.

someone farts to a
symphony but is the whole
joke a big brain fart?

Well Methane gas stinks
So as a self-expression
So will his farting

George is brown and green
he likes to get attention
and he likes to fart.

sometimes it's easy
to get caught up in the wild
storms of social sea