there's a lot more
going on in my life, so overdose
already and move on

the flood of sewage
does it matter, from toronto
to tokyo, shit is shit

zen is zen, people
suck cock, and continue
to be the damned on

the wide road, when hell
claims you and i, you deserved it
the godless and the pharisee

on the same path

show some respect and
somehow I just might shut
the hell up and move on

this is like an english
class full of people who write
derivatives

of vampire the masquerade
sessions and call it
original fiction

lack of empathy
from a tattered generation
of empty wannabes

and never will bes

I like writing my
verse so whatever you see
you will see much more

Carrollian verse
replete with nonsense Jabber
vamoose you spruce goose

my latest theorem
tis ineffable for sure
inviting no proof

prurience unbound
fortune favors the blind clown
double visioned slant

through hall of failed loves
our lothario wanders
merrily, disease free

miniature keg
tapped for me alone, at home
buoyancy, nancy

or I will not die
because people need me in
real life to do stuff

I will die, not at
all caring what people say
to me in isolation

plunged into the depths
once again to the chagrin
of those around me

quietly told to
leave on a monday, anger
wells up, feels empty

I would prefer to
see a flood of haikus than
a flood of pill spam

throw some stuff out there lush

toppled wine bottle
wrist plant, severed ligament
just another sprawl

agile court jester
befuddles the monolith
flummox the onslaught

if a person who
is controversial dies then
are their ideas, seen?

the expansion
of spam bots has made the Net
not what it once was

We struggle with words
And they sell us Viagra
How stupid are they?
..

plumbing is an in
depth subject and we plunge to
the deepest sewage

If my own mother
had any sense in the world,
she'd flush the toilet!

shall we sink lower
and I shall post joel osteen
sermons vebatim?

so grunge children, no
answer? what have we been sunk
to but ads from dumb

pakistani bot
programs that sell el o so
cheapo crapo pronto

ok ok, the next big
crisis comes along and the
next, and the next, and...

how's for racism?
asian dude in a wool cap
must be a dj

return to the stacks
revise your pallid theses
for the real is yet...

pestilence, famine
torture, rape and slavery
THESE are concerns

ordered disorder?
civil disobedience?
just finger painting

nuclear funtime,
economic brinksmanship
these cannot compete

crisis or crises
immediacy distorts
remember the plague?

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