perched on hollow tree
the owl sees the sniffing rat
as hallmark event

you can pick your friends
and you can pick your nose, but...
don't pick your friend's nose

looks like a stiff breeze
has blown the sand everywhere
so keep your eyes closed

it's fight or flight in
my psyche when put to test
should I run or fight?

the real me would just
write as he sees the world, so
others are painful

for me to bare, to
deal with, I feel condemned by
strangers I don't know

strong compulsions
to answer people who I
do not really know

so whatever it is
is it worth the time I
have to pass the words

it's mostly men here
and men tend to compete for
whatever it is

the tension i feel
here drives answers but it feels
evil, destroys faith

we only have the time
we are allotted in this life
no more, no less

the rock will soon turn
into powdery white sand
have you enough time?

when all the words are
put down by the last human
hand, what will they mean?

You write a chalenge
You ask us to write Haiku's
here's cause and affect

seething, writhing, for
the real is more scary than
the insubstantial

counting prisoners
held long in isolation
keeping tab of days

well at least someone
else is writing haikus here
instead of myself

the Foreman signals
to release the giant ball
upon his brick wall

stricken slothful and
the day is dead and off, all
amateur poems

bring it all back, bring
it back to the front, bring back
that which we have known

Im falling in love
Cute Japanese girl
Nice Tango dancer

Beauty Brains, talent
Consultant phychsiatrist
But just so dam cute.

I must be mad to dance!

sometime structure is
outweighed by faith but then the
new foundation stands...

A Million Pixals
And the dam thing is still slow
fast broadband my Arse

and the Rapture did
not happen, surprise sur
prise... and thank God not...

driving down the road
watching sceneries unfold
crossed a man so old

and to stand on a
milk crate to stomp trash down
to be nobody...

caveat hubris...
and several dots later
do I have herpes?

and I will be quite
happy to toss the notice
about bad plumbing too...

excuse me oh girls and
men of canada, all due
respect, I've a world

to save...sans semantics...

and one time long in
the past I'd say drink me but
that time is now done...

each day the same old
setting and not one bit, I
see brooms, and dustpans...

from being really
open to becoming a
secretive schmuck...

and the best pasta
chef in the world and the golf
game in heaven or

sighs...hold on

and jamaicans
and duck confit, and film students
that don't know how

to....use.....a...mop

now imagine the
lecture on trash showing in
a dumpster, damn it

before I came here
I got almost killed by a
volvo semi truck...

as for smashing plates...
well for now I do that and
get reprimanded

it begins to sound like
the old way of internet
butting heads, no more...

anyone knows where?
I can smash glass plates on wall
that would be fun too

the haiku zealot
in respect to the art form
issues this fatwā

that's always been a
point of mine, when can I just
throw paint at canvas...

do I need permission?

stream of consciousness
it's not just the syllables
there's also syntax

some show on the H.
channel about energy
the big bang is still

with us, the cars we
drive, the food we eat, the light
all be energy...

Illuminating
Fundeamental as water
Light is everything...

well, perhaps it is
time to cast shadow from raised
middle fingers to

that which needs it to
know perhaps

the lights are dimming
casting distorted shadows
from little fingers

periods of conflict
give time to voice the anxiety
and produce ideas

andy rooney passed
and it's hard to imagine
the world we once had

with the faces that spoke
to us and what replaces
those old faces?

We are in a mess
Armature politicians
That

We are in a mess
Armature politicians
That

sit down and share those
memories with one I knew
in grade school, and could

not believe she had
a son, but so long ago
we were the children