catholics say that
their way is it, protestants
the same, rolls his eyes...
by bs
 
			
I had a young man
lay a curse on me and now
to forgive, or no?
by bs
 
			
some frontier anew
shedding pretext and veneer
blast the past, vroom vroom
by Lush
 
			
glistening fabric
pressed against tasty extreme
how shall i resist
by Lush
 
			
yes yes yes yes yes
nothing new under the sun
and the following...
by Lush
 
			
what comes after a
post post deconetc etc
what is there that's new?
solomon in all his splendour
said all is vanity at his end
by bs
 
			
well bub, despite all
the classic queen's english now
it is canada
of course it is cold
by bs
 
			
fahrenheit collapse
chilly register, synapse
'tis the season, rapt
by Lush
 
			
mercurial waste
iconoclastic scatter
patent corrosion
by Lush
 
			
blanketed morass
a cistern past putrescence
gathering charade
by Lush
 
			
all your new fangled
post deconstructionism
renders me frigid
by Lush
 
			
yeah, i read that book
shucks, i fear i've read them all
my conscience remains
by Lush
 
			
I think i ned a
spel chekur 2 c hw I
rite on hear sumtimes
by bs of embarassing 
 
			
crack a few eggheads
waddya get but some
omelet at denys
by bs of yum 
 
			
every day time
I remember those talk shows
speaking their pass times
by bs
 
			
woah unto me that
call san dimas cool but woe
to bill and ted, woah
by bs
 
			
hush hush, I thought I 
heard her calling my name say
carpe diem, oi
by bs
 
			
somnolent passage
beset by lurking night mares
galloping darkness
by Anonymous Poet of Lush 
 
			
yo, pass me the mic
if I may phrase the question
form of: a tirade
by Lush
 
			
panel discussion
a gathering of eggheads
sans resurrection
by Lush
 
			
sui generis
haiku opened in Latin
the first of its kind
by Lush
 
			
I know a pepper 
on a stick named jose who
he fears taco bell
by bs
 
			
the idea of a 
man on a stick who died for
human flaws is...old...
by bs
 
			
A proclamation
The substance of what we say
Loathing, self pity.
by William
 
			
the main horrorshow
inhabits my mind and days
oh... oh, no... oh noooo
by Lush
 
			
much of the profane
'tis hyper-conscious fiction
prayer for my id
by Lush
 
			
forgive my trespass
as I recant all judgment
humble ignorance
by Lush
 
			
struggling, narrow faith
versus gaping panoply
how is one to choose?
by Lush
 
			
in christ, agency
without, multi flawed human
which art thou, bs?
by Lush
 
			
found tiny handprints
left on furnitures and walls
growing suspicion
by indiana
 
			
and um, por favor
next time I get so lucid
I need a nap, kay?
by bs
 
			
try as we might the 
power of grace even thou you
psychopathts WRITE WRITE WRITE!
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
what we try to find
in drugs or drink we had for
we are lucid angels...
by bs
 
			
I am devout but
this makes me a dangerous fool
for I am human
by bs
 
			
what is good is good
that which we speak of  in verse
dadaist a bit...
play for this is art...
by bs
 
			
I like lush, he makes
judas priest look like mister
rogers in haiku
praise the metal lord
by bs
 
			
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
by bs
 
			
crapulous morning
submerged  in dense vitriol
release me, valise
by Lush
 
			
simpering idols
devoid of circumspection
sniff mutual ass
by Lush
 
			
Bono and Clinton
are eradicating AIDS
to free each other
by Lush
 
			
enter weird science
monitor hormone levels
print out creation
by indiana
 
			
endorphins and sweat
serotonin/dopamine
no trifle are these
by Lush
 
			
don't dismiss uppers
till you've peaked and sapped the juice
then bring it on down
by Lush
 
			
adjust the letters
and the weird become wired
higher than most kites
by Lush
 
			
some days have special
meaning that we assign them
christmas lights and booze
by bs pro shop
 
			
tomorrows beckon
yesterdays can never change
today's always weird
by ash
 
			
today was weird
I hope tomorrow is rad
that would be awesome
by Kee of Wisconsin 
 
			
I had the right to be
silent but I did not have
the desire to...
by bs of haiku for ron white 
 
			
Dancing 'round monsters
Flowers summer and carrots
AHHHHHHHH came over hill.
by Fakie Healer
 
			
here's a new ditty
celebrating nudity
travelling streak show
by Lush