Dancing 'round monsters
Flowers summer and carrots
AHHHHHHHH came over hill.

here's a new ditty
celebrating nudity
travelling streak show

publish the blueprint
expose all malefactors
and let us choose sides

security codes?
i prefer perilous truth
rampant exposure

befuddlement reigns
blithering proselytizers
tarnish true idols

Creativity
Reaching back into my mind
Searching for something.

psychopathy vs
apathy, I just don't give
a flying appeal

it's a mad mad world
surrounded by craziness
and adding my own

though one walks in the
shadow of some guy I don't
even know....

damn it, he's even a good writer too...

ahem...

just the same to take
the high road or the low road
why not just not go?

valley of dry bones
scattered and left unburied
in badhaiku land

my condolences
though twice belated, sincere
clamor on, dear ash

sparks fly, gone haywire
your porch lights never blinking
short-circuited life

electricity
has to go somewhere and takes
the shortest of course

it is something though
the writers here also serve
as an audience

don't fret about death
self absorbed introspection
isn't really life

distracted by the
emotions of the moment
what else is there but

tomorrow and yesterday but now

did it have any
impact whatsoever, that
voice, after their time

I need to recall
however, when we all die
all we said is left

I prefer spare words
for I cannot afford the
grand words, or spare change

prior is haiku
for excess syllables are
scarcely audible?

pop culture blender
thought that i should never see
poems suck so hard (sotto voce: "as mine")

old shows are revived
all because timing is right
hey beavis, change it

hand me the remote
there are too many channels
with nothing to watch

A lone Crow Cawing
A cold and misty morning
Not another sound!

like flour and water
and yeast there's many kinds
of bread in this world

but we do not live by it alone

betwixt grief and hope
i sally forth bewildered
in prime ecstasis

by ailment shackled
emancipated by thee
woeful NBC

Saturday Night Live
The antonym of funny
weep for the present

I thought I heard the
voices of history call
my name, but three words

to collect comics
and non baseball cards back in
the day, that's geeky

How geecky is it
hold Haiku conversations
on Paranoia

gooden morgen, when
the next dot com bubble pops
snap crackle, crash? pop

errant wonder drifts
everted prism conflates
singular array

while empathy reigns
the bastard in me refrains
costing benefits

finding some merit
in bs, despite volume
minds at work in verse

bs, schmee-ess boys
indy is okay by me
paranoia, ahoy

just call me, Indy
way to save on syllables
unlike in Facebook

i could be crazy
myself, paranoid, a bit
deluded, and vain

Well you should not say
i don't like some one who's a
dangerous psychopath

I hope I'm wrong, and
I'm just overreacting to
some words on this site

I don't like indiana
I think he's genuinely a
dangerous psychopath

dead men telling tales
of a floating surreal life
in midnight garden

I am a shy and
rural creature, unused to
the hustle bustle

fuggetaboutit
a wise man once said, slap on
the back, kiss of cheek

I'll bring optimism
or perhaps a counter-point
maybe just a gun

then again some peeps
are worthless beasts, swine not worth
throwing your pearls to

then again one must
feel in order to live like
a true human soul

the owner of a
lonely heart is better than
one with one broken...

so in the end two
scorpions meet in the dunes
do they really care?