life's too serious
all the humour has vanished...
gary larson - come back

windows 2000
ate up all my memory!
forgot your birthday...

salvation for all!
fingerfood has awoken
more bad haiku flows

somnolent poets
or absent inspiration?
mommy wipes my ass.

you can count on it
count me in for the census
you can't count me out

no don't count on me
no accounting where I'll be
I have six senses

Girl leaves boy for me
But now she doesn't know
I am in trouble now.

gender confused, this
bitter skydiving baboon.
Mommy wipes its ass.

we are the good guys
america, israel
what do you mean, no?

upcoming census
cross your hearts and hope to die
hands up all jedi

Oooo, I made forever
over for them, for you, Jesus.
now do your stuff, stuff me!

6-8-6: sex-ate-sex

ignore them Jesus
they know not wh- or anything
for that matter... jerks!

jerks for Jesus

from today until
forever, haiku ends
"mommy wipes my ass"

Hey! You! Galilee!
Puhleeze give me some more
perfect bad haiku.

dorothy parker
has left the building. resume
your declination.

Shit crust on scrotum!
Popping pustule drainage!
Mommy wipes my ass.

greivous injury!
who molests contemplation?
eruidition?

the universe is
a sphere... all center lacking
for circumference

fat ap hates fat ap
there I fed it as shit to
self - self you're zapped, Z-ap

can't walk on water.
I keep sinking since I got
these holes in my feet.

fat chickenshit trout
rises predictable to
the hook! a baBOOn!

bitter haiku may
lift karmic revelation
like so many skirts

mine better than here
and as the year gets into
gear, you're in your blear

ap so ape; an ape's
ap-hole is apt to hold a
pregnant paw, ahhhh, so.

Haiku baBOOn bait.
Come 'n get it! Bad haiku!
None better than here.

French fried asshole!
Hold the jalapenos, please.
Preparation H.

Corn. Yes, there's corn here.
Contrast of color, texture.
Aroma sublime!

Peristaltic pause.
Waves form, pressure increases!
Rocket shit to moon!

some erudition
in others toilet chat room.
regular programs...

"strings" are pubes! that gauge
singularity - vulva!
axis mundi, NOW!!

none dare name orgone,
soliton in brane: science
forpukes its murdered!

superstition and
science, together as one
in major league bums.

like black mollasses
three dimensional content
downloads really slow

baBOOns, when confined,
are amusing, harmless fools.
big, red assd' retards.

Flinging shit about,
eating fleas, while hoping they
were only human.

why does the bad math
not answer their telephone
could be they're busy

ekpyrotic blues
from a singularity
like your apt-plitude*

sex dimembrane curls
undulation procreates
nothing NEW, Baby!

gravitation in
search of a brane is very...
so... solitony!

gravitation in
search of a brane is very...
so... solitony

soliton in brane
or brane in gravity, huh?
make, wake up your mind

so, ap is apt to
double post haiku to his
grave - grave day for all

he thinks in haiku.
submits shitty ones? answer's
blowing out his ass

mommy never changed
ME! - wah! wah! Wah! WAh! WAH! WAH!
-you get the result-

what's the plan? too much
distraction to save the world:
american plan.

waiting for Janice
to return my messages
guess there's no one home

chaos batters me
30 minutes and i leave
for long restful night

freeze, then warm, then freeze.
soon i will crack like cement.
and weeds will flourish

My balogna smells
like cologne reminding me
of a phogna bogne

Windows ME is
to suck, as short and curly
is to pubic hair

Win2K formats
Freshly partitioned hard drive.
Soon it will awake.

Pete and Repete were
in a boat, pete jumped out, so
who was left aboard?