it seems meaningless
given the crisis we have
to plant these dumb seeds

well it becomes a
satire, the persistence
of "zabadooey"

DTE telephone helper
a temporary password xxxxfu
random chance maybe

mannequin surmised
upon mountainous sunrise
disoriented

depiction varies
while truth resides in berries
in vino veritas

rest in Assumption
internal discourse valid
save some revision

it is a plague of
narcissism me me me
for te se me la...

the freaks out, the jocks
of society in, do they
repeat these mistakes?

dash repetition
mine folly, lame condition
neural mutiny

dash bottlenecking
density ripped from the void
infinity flows

to be honest lush
I was thinking of you weird
as it may be, how

are you, and all that
cal, canadian are you
but given write guard

we start with the self

nothing could be fine
arising in Caroline
a given morning

whilst barrelling on
obscurantist symbolists
imprison monkeys

sad nomenclature
other voices dampening
cast open a window

so many poets
reflect only on themselves
i'm the blackest pot

the trouble with these
spammers is they're robots, do
not click or get bugged

ayuh, we got the
great sickness bukowski had
we are writing here...

take your pills away
haiku is the drug for us
grandma's packing wood

it's almost like art
is under attack as a
new world forms from X

well as will always
happen the borats of the Net
world post cheap dick drugs

it's that time again
for new year resolutions.
mine? try to keep job.

opiate wonder
host spirit rent asunder
whilst flesh doth cohere

scattershot poems
vital targets elusive
pierce some main vessels

voracious mindset
shred the bitter palimpsest
and devour anew

arbitrary turn
dash your abject calendar
harness the moment

tried to write some thing
"profound" and I find even
now spelchckured out

no, it is time for
the world to re-new enough
and sing a nrw song

i hear you whimper
this is the way the world ends
but no bang for you

action, reaction
social sign of the times, shut
down and go elsewhere

what may be may be
faith may breed whackjobs but some
dare the impossible...

2012 from 2011
not so long ago 2001...
what space odyssey?

exposure winter
frozen creativity
lines cease from dead hands

corrosive presence
and some explosive presents
a holiday blast

an allowance of
unlimited syllables
spoils the child for sure

whereas Zabadont's
engender rampant disgust
or, guilty chuckles

or, pretentiously:
litera scripta manet;
written words endure

when words remain in
a place over the years thoughts
are trapped in amber

the moving hand writes
and having writ, moves southward
to squeeze the pus out

I guess that's what they
mean by the persistence of
time, writing a book?

hey ho ! zabadoo
behold the master baiter
trolling like a pro

and lack a daddy
I was on the road again
satori, paris

well at least the "gang"
is all here, but do you think
we get used to it?

Christmas eve morning
snow on roofs, chill in the air,
warm heated car seat.

kerouac died at
49, from drinking too much
fish out of water

whatever insight
once gained, 'twas since lost, alack
gon' buy me some crack

momentarily
for collapse is imminent
straw within puddle

typing the prior
I toppled a fine bottle
self-chastened I stand

indulge if you will
my champagne blighted insight
... mother of mercy!

my lifetime measured
beginning just yesterday
more than four decades

even in this day and
age lives are more complex than
the words on this site

quite the oposite
those full of bluster, are all
too often terrified