see infra prior
haiku boasting i've read all
not wholly hollow

well if you like you
might pick up "why orwell mat-
ters" in memoriam

(hitchens wrote it... he has
a brother named peter too who is still alive)

perspicacious bloke
courageous anti-hero
wit shall marshall on

a mister hitchens
his wagon hitched, sorely missed
choice buffoonery

there need to be more
haikus from around the world
maybe I need to go

I hate feeling hopeless

a man at work thought
THE RAPTURE was gonna go
may 21st, false it

was, however the
man is a nice man, do we
say belief makes so?

bullshit versus...sounds
like r. u. sirius or
some such name like that...

when something goes say
viral, is this a term to mean
infection ideas...

and Bill Burroughs, the
killer, outlaw, writer, etc
(the) word is a virus...

even though I am a
bit right wing, paranoid, and
watch way too much news

btw christopher hitchens died...
and that kinda sucks

well that was a large
typo, call it a dadaist
marcel duchamp trick

is bullshit versus?
or, bullshit verses unique?
either is just swell

is b-s v-s?
like Vinnie Barbarino
"i'm so confused," man.

I hope he leaves more
haikus like that, it's pretty
funny base-d on that

You're so far away
Reaching you is my desire
...stupid itchy back...

perhaps there are dreams
of a political buffet
but who shall starve?

relentless gourmand
my feast, banquet of nations
the soil is of one

ok joel osteen
I said it, here he is, wow
in a haiku, here

henry miller for
all his lust and frank talk on
sex, he wrote about

what he ate with a
lot more satisfaction but
can you lend a sous?

and I have more faith
in hobbits than I do cash
except well, johnny...

enjoying your stuff
lush, do you like french or do
you like indian

I can't say why I
know what a chinois is I
guess it just got stuck

funny looking cone
to filter stock in those danged
china cap tools, food

I don't buy it though
those things of exchange are made
up like gods and hobbits

ayn rand is a god
to the idea rational
is cash-onal, $

what I have posted
are some encounters of faith
I've seen in time but

ayn rand saying to
objectivism, a is a
there is no god and

a god is a lie
for those who seek control so
she said, a is a

a young woman
named nema sought friends in
satan, where is she...

I hope she is well

I am told santa
is a pagan too, the old
claim by those who need

have I gone too far
this time down the rabbit hole
do I drink "drink me"

such anger in the
name of faith, I've known, it turns
someone inside out

catholics say that
their way is it, protestants
the same, rolls his eyes...

I had a young man
lay a curse on me and now
to forgive, or no?

some frontier anew
shedding pretext and veneer
blast the past, vroom vroom

glistening fabric
pressed against tasty extreme
how shall i resist

yes yes yes yes yes
nothing new under the sun
and the following...

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

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