uncontrollable trolls (a two verse prophetic haiku)

and so all throughout
the web, chatrooms, overrun
by the unwanted

rallied one last time
to limit comments "members
only," but no dice

the result of too many vokkapineapples & asking a random girl to write a haiku for you because at the time you wanted one of her marb light 100s

Beautiful Becca
I wish I had your long legs
I'll miss you baby!

what i thought upon waking

your soul is on fire
oh shit motherfucker shit
thanks for telling me.

uncertain intelligence

explain how it feels
to leave your self behind for
love of another.

the stubborn mentalists

the disenchantment's
fundamental elements
meant nothing to us

romance

i'll never finish
this family pack of q-tips
without you baby

number 4 dream

green glass & brett favre
give me what it takes to kill
a year in muncie

game 2

twenty-eight frames straight
the four picked everything up
laughed at the gutters

Greg & Dave @ 214
&3pm
B+D&DW

∫

it's such a long swim.

dolphin energy
transmits master healing to
keepers of the night.

this just in

canadian pop
army reveals peace project:
pot, porn, and lasers

terrastock six, night one, part two

i will never hear
okay again since seeing
bardo pond again

terrastock six, night one, part one

through the void i gleam
i glisten little children
trailing silver dust

I can feel them crawl

This morning my hair
earned "Best For Dandruff" honors.

-Lice For Better Lives

psycho haiku

incalculable
distances separate us
from sense's sources

Succor

Ironing my shirt,
burned my thumb. Ran cold water,
shared with thirsty cat.

Maybe I'll quit this
typing. Write pomes on orange rinds.
Feed them to foxes.

later-in-the-day-realization:

Prince's "Ballad of
Dorothy Parker" might've
cured my writer's block.

vampire haiku

the bitten, bidden
by fresh warm flesh and blood, to
feast on us at night!

the drag roll

budget the badger
let the rest just rust away
we'll still have the badge

eulogy, part 2

reminds me, ryan,
of the resto down the street
in old rottendam

eulogy

scrambled syntax and
killer jesus candle aisle
no match for cruel world

furnace

poor eleanor, heard
she swallowed a radio-
speaks nonsense, pop songs

when i go crazy

invasive lasers
shiver under the spotlight,
welcome our warning.

the hippester

i know someone who
shows up only for soundchecks
sez shows are played out

Celebs- they're just like us!

Everyone's talking
'bout my second glance moustache.
Look out Tom Selleck!

0-1-1-2-3-5-8 (Math & Poetry)

Has the haiku been
phased out? Out-trendified? Fib,
please say it ain't so.

Wish
I
could say
what you ask,
but here I am, and
I'm the king of the blogosphere!

There's days left for change

On a certain square
One polyoctahedral
Two dodecagons

the circular cynical

sorry haters go
boo boo boo hoo who are you
over and over

They want only one

Madvillainy by
design. Versace should watch
out. I'm the greatest.

The second lamp

Hypothetically:
all these cars and talks and walks
nothing ever changed

Fantasy headline:

Humanity Saved!
Haiku You Ku gets credit,
Fluevog endorsement.

Devon Ave Rhapsody

What's so good about
chicken tikka masala?
Um, it's yummy. Duh.

Team Muncie!

pineapple vodka,
vegetarianism,
and pull-tab lotto

the noughties

debacle decade
disaster after deadly
disaster, my my

the "expert"

nomad scholarship
life of indentured public
servitude sounds good

Good Friday Countdown

front of the bus blondes
populating the streets with
smoke filled umbrellas

a state street step sitter

Can I shake a hand?
Guy shakes his head, says, "Slow down."
"Look into my eyes."

Some Sort of Comeback

concentration drugs
can help, but in the end it's
same boat same anchor

Trite But True Thursday

your supernova
never looked so bright before
or so far away

thoughts on a sister discipline

anthropologists
don't ever apologize
for misogyny

Blackout Jones

from whiskey flood to
recovery evergreen,
that drawer is empty

This Just In from Belfort, France

There are so many

gimpy people. Why, why, why?

Crutches on concrete.


--heather berlowitz

Don't hate the player, or Ain't that a bit ironical then?

organic whole wheat
sandwich traded before school
for coke, lunchables

tax season

fresh stamps taste better
than dusty old envelopes
so much mail this month

variation on a theme by spm

i am a living
sigh, a silent reproach too
subtle to matter

drift and mastery

undisciplined man's
(sarcastic definition)
the salt of the earth

Dialogue

Nice gorilla suit.
Thanks, I'm growing a goatee.
No shit, it looks great.

And they say you're good.

If psychologists
approved most player's careers
would last ≈500 games.