Crochet hook in hand
she chains a long warm cozy
grandma has a cock

entropy is the
state of the world being born
soon it all dies down

I hate gardening
All that work which lasts a week
Then start allover!

So your healthy then
specially body functions
Important to know?

The sky seems as blue
As it did this past winter
Wind sings a new song

Boy has root canal
No laughing gas, no comfort.
Sadistic dentist.

one two three four five
syllables in first stanza.
Haiku is a success!

Nothing feels quite right
Restless, irritable days
Balls in a bear trap

Absurd injustice
Pressing like a monstrous turd
Come enema! Purge!

they're here today then
they're gone tomorrow just no
warning, voices fade

time is such a joke.
one day or ten trillion years..
ZERO things matter.

I am not sure what
to say at this time to bless
you all with sweka

When we were children
A year lasted forever
Now its an eyes blink

When we were children
A year lasted forever
Now it

some days are the shiz
waking up early for work
i wouldn't count those

Each new day we wake
and an adveture unfolds
challenges and fun

another day ends
before you can catch your breath
another day starts

submission error
in this timeless cyberspace
sad mistakes endure

Scolded by the world
he retreat back into Hell
thats where the trolls live

Scolded by the world
he retreat back into Hell
That

Change is a dead weight
Keep it in one pocket and
You'll walk in circles.

Change is a dead weight
Keep it in one pocket and
You

a blessed angle
stopped to rest among the trees
renewing the way.

a growth of flowers
lives with bee activity-
carefully i tread.

thinking doesn't pay
how am i spending this life
and who gets the change

songbirds chirp greetings
i look for a bit of shade-
to sit and share crumbs.

many silences
streams flowing water gurgles-
noontime breeze shakes leaves.

across the valley
where my feet sink deeply in-
the meadows green grass.

living in this town
i long to walk the tree line-
into the valley.

leave me where i lie
my soul is ripped from my heart
i don't want to live

oh busy sundays
ephemeral employment
but repetitive

stream in slow motion
looks like the fog rolling in-
blue sky reflections.

Heavenly Sand-worms in the makin'
Only one degree from
Kevin Bacon.

the song remains the
same but the wrinkles and scars
tell us a story

over the weather
winter of my discontent
over the weather

Constantly changing
Outside looks new, but cores old
We men dont change much

the habit of not
being able to shut up
worked well for glenn beck

for a time, but I
guess as we go blind, the show
must not go on...coda

over the years we have
changed from someone to someone
else, but we are us

Suffering for love
Curly red hair and freckles
Sweetest of Dutch girls

Forty one years old
Slim, articulate dancer
sang sweetly to me.

stroked my back and hair
We Tangoed with such beauty
I'm lost, i'm all yours!

I like it Betty
A wonderful description
Its meaning is clear.

You fit so nicely
between my arm and my chest
a key to my lock

I'm worried about
that some things don't change and that
could be the downfall

I was thinking what
it means to be a "troll", why
is it done so and

why do people see
others in roles that maybe
others don't want to play

some things don't change for
a role is set by both by
the player and played

that troll's gotta troll
the poor pitiful princess
always our bridesmaid

all hail to janis
cleaner of troll detritus
go you wonder grrrrl

You sang in my ear
The falling leaves drift by my
window sill, My gift

at that great wedding
let it be widely revealed
you were the bridesmaid

how gay was that role ?
you tried hard as the princess
but a bad leia

hard as you tried to
filling your gold bikini
was an epic fail

your strange disorder
may be certifiable
but you're mostly troll

i've seen much pussy
eaten it and drilled it too
but you're the biggest