well bub, despite all
the classic queen's english now
it is canada

of course it is cold

fahrenheit collapse
chilly register, synapse
'tis the season, rapt

mercurial waste
iconoclastic scatter
patent corrosion

blanketed morass
a cistern past putrescence
gathering charade

all your new fangled
post deconstructionism
renders me frigid

yeah, i read that book
shucks, i fear i've read them all
my conscience remains

I think i ned a
spel chekur 2 c hw I
rite on hear sumtimes

crack a few eggheads
waddya get but some
omelet at denys

every day time
I remember those talk shows
speaking their pass times

woah unto me that
call san dimas cool but woe
to bill and ted, woah

hush hush, I thought I
heard her calling my name say
carpe diem, oi

somnolent passage
beset by lurking night mares
galloping darkness

yo, pass me the mic
if I may phrase the question
form of: a tirade

panel discussion
a gathering of eggheads
sans resurrection

sui generis
haiku opened in Latin
the first of its kind

I know a pepper
on a stick named jose who
he fears taco bell

the idea of a
man on a stick who died for
human flaws is...old...

A proclamation
The substance of what we say
Loathing, self pity.

the main horrorshow
inhabits my mind and days
oh... oh, no... oh noooo

much of the profane
'tis hyper-conscious fiction
prayer for my id

forgive my trespass
as I recant all judgment
humble ignorance

struggling, narrow faith
versus gaping panoply
how is one to choose?

in christ, agency
without, multi flawed human
which art thou, bs?

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