charm chasm

i'm uptight without
my charm. my charm got stolen
and thrown in that hole

zeroes and ones

electronic (my
buddha machine: nine blissful
loops) serenity

google life

with the world at your
fingertips, it's difficult
to stay away long

not wondering where anymore

sweet, sweaty sleeper
insisting on existing,
learning to let go.

poetry = homeopathy

in waiting rooms and
winters everywhere: poems
instead of prozac?

If I could be there right now

Voicemail bomb blog threat
new and improved properly
left me so messy

necromantics

should death come knock knock
handcuff clouds to your window
walk up to the sky

music nursery

blank time canvases,
cubes on an infinite graph,
texture into songs

Somewhere in Chicago, Post-Oprah

I really wish that
I had the scoop on the James
Frey afterparty.

go lightly

buried treasure, at
least, aloof, she thought, the real
her, just the bold dug

The Bush Family

The website says it
"can swallow other puppets."
That's just like real life.

Meet Jack Pingel, age 65

forty years teaching
experience? no match for
sugar crazed youngsters

overheard at the bar

never having sex
sucks since there's no living proof
what you feel matters

liquid lunch invitation

The bar is open,
within walking distance, warm,
dimly lit, quiet.

the earth spins round round
round the earth spins round round round
the earth spins round round

where's torino?

sweaty, achy, cold.
is it lack of haiku? nope.
olympic fever

True Facts, False Lies

According to an
article, this day's the most
depressing all year.

i am listening to sunn 0)))

the impressive die
the fiend summons those who lost
waves of flame come floooooooooood

127 intervals

"You fascist," says Cage.
Branca shakes his head, replies:
"God's in the guitars."

the loft set

trustafarians
groping after authentic
experiences

the knight's wisdom

always we must keep
appointments we never made
we'd prefer not to

the emersonian adage

o, only write a
dozen lines and then rest on
your oars forever

i can't find the baby bear.

sitting around and
wondering when exactly
the damage was done.

C'mon honey

Let's paint a banner
"life takes a fucking toll" next
we'll piss the sidewalk.

from what i suffer i do not know

focusing on our
methamphetamine problem
won't make it better.

so suddenly surrounded

napoleon bowls
with the dragons, leather sleeves
rolled up, ball brief cased

at loggerheads

the spark kindled will
grow into flames--we cannot
piss the light away

sweet 17

such quick thoughts speed forth
from minds tuned to tweak the stale
bounds by which we write

The only way I can.

Mandelbrot gospel:
our prayers reach many gods.
Surely one will pique.

Night of Rented Alloys

The gold bling was to
die for. Tell me, was your crown
O. de la Renta?

Definitely not a waste of money.

Did you hear that they're
sending a ship to pluto?
There's no freedom there.

lllllllook out

i cannot lament
lest love lose luster longing
late, my heart rusting

eschatology for people alone in the night

the resurrection
of jesus is a preview
and an assurance.

i miss my friends.

oh what i would do
to be sardined in the back
of a car with you.

eschatology for beginners

the hidden forces
which direct the world desire
nothing but chocolate

Just Kidding, I Haven't Felt This Great All Day (Found Haiku in Album Sleeve)

("Gumboots"), and Forere
Motoloheloa ("The
Boy In The Bubble").

One More

Oh richest Barry
wasn't there enough cash for
that dead yellow tooth?

A Lovely Shiraz/Cab Blend Numbs the Dull Bizbot Rage

When you stand before
the Lord, will it matter if
this lame fax was sent?

Fuck the Big Bucks, Or It’s Too Early in the Week to Feel This Cliché

Seriously folks:
Who even freakin cares bout
car wax anyway?

The Death and Life of Great American Cities (another awkward, heavy three-worder)

Capitalistic
inevitability?
Gentrification.

driving that train

that piercing virtue,
renunciation, lies dull
at a mushroom bag

scornography

players meekening
coyer personalities
deserve luxury

It's the system, man.

Revelations on
revolutions are revealed
through psychedelics.

because we are magic

when my hair passes
my shoulders we forever
wake and know the time.

oh captain my. . . what?
beefheart's beyond beyond- it's
anyone's guess where

somewhere in middle america

mlk day's eve-
call up campus police and
report your hate crime.

manly daydream

i need a mustache
to play with when i'm thinking
of my sexy past

giving in

sooner or later
we must return to flying
under the radar

We don't know when

Communicable
consequentiality
realignment

You wouldn't really want to be

incorrigible
telecommunication
possibility

passion of the passive aggressive

negotiating
unmentionability:
pandaemonium

random drug testing blues

involuntary
anti-pharmaceutical
investigation

why i love bathing the pup

once thoroughly soaked
she behaves like a brilliant
but tortured artist

seasonally affected haiku.

A lemon orchard,
after rain. Dimpled lemons,
wet, all in my mind.

the war on the war on terror

destablizing
establishmentarian
hallucinations

intelligent designers

irresponsible
de-evolutionizing
administration

i've talked it over with petra

sorry to say that
i can't continue with this
mammal consumption.

The Function Started

And Mother Mary
wanted some elevation
so let the beat drop.

at every almost
imperceptible movement
we rush to catch up

slightly lewd haiku

jim morrison's doors
of perception opened just
enough for his dick

Does YOUR Man Run Errands?

Listerine pleased me,
but the best was the Pepto
chewable tablets.

Lovie's Enigmatic Expression

Inviolable
Neurobiological
Equilibrium

"Not That I'm Aware Of"

If by "aware" you
mean the moment before you
introduced them all

an epic haiku

at the gates of fate
stood the grim doubtless prepared
to battle suckers

people learn different

startling idea,
wonder how to represent
you visually.

wisco disco

they court derision
to prove how little nothing
matters anymore

intimidated
by lack of indentation
except for Molloy


black home-ec baby
monitors upside-downness
by white fake mothers

premature arthritis

people dwindle to
complain about my back to--
thank god school starts soon

on being petra

thought you understood
that i am irrational
sorry about that

A worker's collective since 1970

Only in six grain
One hundred pounds is too much
Was that the oven?

Ode to New York

no matter how hard
you try, you will never be
a(n) euro city

awkward teenagers:
adhere to gender roles to
avoid confusion

Study: Cost of Iraq war could top $2 trillion

$2,000,000 they could
have randomly given to
1,000,000 of us.

rent forever

Adults: lay off or
there'll be some equity
building on your ass.

Me vs. the Volcano

I can feel these lights
sucking the juice out of my
eyeballs. Suck, suck, suck.

the clouds have broken

the blue sky is back
after just seventeen days
stick around a while

this wait

pretending to see
you read the email i send
lovely time passing

it is impossible to feel gratitude and anxiety simultaneously

the love i have known
can hardly be borne, believe,
i only know it.

Changes that arose under an unusual agreement

transforming liquid
sheet-like nearly transparent
1,468,800 second cloud

Holiday Weight Gain Is Sexy

If I can be your Venus
of Willendorf, you're
my Buddha, baby.

the copa, copacabana....

Is your new year off
to many false starts, too? Screw
it: Rio or bust!

Results in hand claps

Consider yourselves
filled with a beautiful sound
crackling and moaning

spoiled dino

those hopeful brown eyes
might inspire poetry
but it's my bacon.

Bizarro World

Is Gillian Welch
listening to my record
when she's hungover?

the runaway

if i needed a
man to need me i wouldn't.
i have left again.

ode to bessie

dear custodian,
you're in luck for you remind
me of grandma d.

Promeneur à la Lumière d'Étoile

Après vingt-six ans
J’avais piquée cinquante mille
poilus qui n’arrêtent pas

young wolf

birds nest in his hair
the eccentric prodigy
sounds decades older

Fake Headline

Mail Order Bride Wins
Publisher's Clearing House, Buys
Husband, New Trailer

I'll explain

When the wind was young
you were caught inside the trees
little things will pull

a natural high

the sweet poison leaves
and my body delights in
pure joy and freedom.

hardly working

wandering around,
pretending to be busy.
gettin' good at it.

If you are not sure

You'll know where I've gone
One decimal tragedy
Joy and Jubilee

thanksgiving flashback

as i struggle to
perfectly peel potatoes,
i think of mary.

waiting for a train,
trying to appreciate
the simplicity.

I'm Sewing Wings On This Thing

Sent to jail on a
pyrotechnicality;
not jail exactly.

My Imaginary Brother's Soul (Besides R. Benjamin)

Scratching his temple
with a pistol, wondering
Is that you, Lennon?

at home with the hoosier dead

driving alone on
state road twenty-eight asking
for revelations

air america haiku

not bush bashing, just
continuous discussion
of constant failure

joan cusack please stop
making cell phone commercials
you can't be that broke

If This Blog Is A Time Capsule, It Demands The Wayne's World Haiku

It's like we're looking
down on Wayne's basement, only
that's not Wayne's basement.

--Garth

Auld Lang Syne

Illegal fireworks
in the parking lot of the
local middle school.