found tiny handprints
left on furnitures and walls
growing suspicion

and um, por favor
next time I get so lucid
I need a nap, kay?

try as we might the
power of grace even thou you
psychopathts WRITE WRITE WRITE!

what we try to find
in drugs or drink we had for
we are lucid angels...

I am devout but
this makes me a dangerous fool
for I am human

what is good is good
that which we speak of in verse
dadaist a bit...

play for this is art...

I like lush, he makes
judas priest look like mister
rogers in haiku

praise the metal lord

all these years under
different names, I am christian
I believe in rebirth

and I believe in you because your poetry puts my trifles to shame

crapulous morning
submerged in dense vitriol
release me, valise

simpering idols
devoid of circumspection
sniff mutual ass

Bono and Clinton
are eradicating AIDS
to free each other

enter weird science
monitor hormone levels
print out creation

endorphins and sweat
serotonin/dopamine
no trifle are these

don't dismiss uppers
till you've peaked and sapped the juice
then bring it on down

adjust the letters
and the weird become wired
higher than most kites

some days have special
meaning that we assign them
christmas lights and booze

tomorrows beckon
yesterdays can never change
today's always weird

today was weird
I hope tomorrow is rad
that would be awesome

I had the right to be
silent but I did not have
the desire to...

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