One year of vomit
passed along as writing, and
I'm none the wiser.

Growing Up/Coming Down

The infrastructure
was built so the bottom could take
over when needed.

i woke up confused
and angry at the wrong one.
come, buddha nature.

When did Xmas go
from excitement to, "How will
I tolerate this?"

"happy holidays!
thank you for calling the shack,
how may I help you?"

All that you give me
weighs more than what I can give
except for my heart.

it's a brand new day
the sun is shining. i've been
waiting a long time.

For once, maybe home
will bring me the comfort I
need because of me.

waiting patiently
for the world to end. doesn't.
still waiting. breathing.

people, all the same.
they seem to want the same things.
won't get it from me.

Tell me the story
in such a way that I can
believe I'm with you.

Alone, amidst the
destruction outside is a
loyal warm center.

"What we've got here is failure to communicate..."

"You won't do that." I
can't do that. Concerns frighten.
Why do I exist?

One step forward shakes
the ground beneath me, the world's
gonna feel a quake.

Voyeuristic minds
want to know what is really
behind clouded words.

accupressure points
don't exist for heartache, but
at least my head's fine.

I, disqualified.
Bullets in foot don't stop me.
Down is the new up.

Peter, there is no dignity.

they never tell you,
in crucifixion and child
birth, you shit yourself.

what we had was one
of a kind. i can't help if
that kind was common.

i am your haiku
i went to the loo, and sat
by alice walker.

Crucify all you
want from me, at least let me
keep my dignity.

my custom hell has
jose feliciano;
premium headphones.

The trouble isn't
fixing it but where to place
the repaired statue.

you're an ink blot test,
showing the self-aware who
they are by living.

Paralysis of
the brain at the behest of
mirrored sleight of hand.

Strawberry letters,
phallic candles, turkey, and
spatulas of love.

thanks for the giving.
thanks for the taking. circles
of gratitude flow.

Today Axl Rose
left me no more excuses
to procrastinate.

"Just play from the heart."
How? Do my expressions not
sound sincere enough?

Empty room, dancing
in the moonlight with just
me, myself, and I.

"enough about me"
means goodbye to these people.
not, "what about you?"

The stress of nothing
just to make the day simple
wear out honest minds.

for sale: condoms and
poetry. one size fits all.
equally useful.

crapcrapcrap

beirut does not make
drunken depression any
better. hi sadness.

Warm fireplaces,
family dinner ignores
bombs dropping outside.

is there anyone
who appreciates air more
than the nearly drowned?

Jobless, home alone.
Talking to myself, writing
haikus to no one.

The words I write sit
lonely next to more words and
no everybody

peter the ....

It was messy yet
good for me in the long run.
Like popping a zit.

Geek for Obama
smiles and says All Your States
are Belong To Us.

Animosity.
I think I've heard this before,
Where souls disappear.

halloween

woke up looking like
a sex crime victim: whored up
hung over and sore

Belle Glade

keys inside, engine
on. leaning, waiting, dreaming
of bridges burning.

Although...

Falling to pieces,
giving the finger to the
want to end act III.

Oh, and it was fun.

without irony,
i used my Fun Pass at the
at the Fun Depot.

poetry

not speaking to you,
but if it seems i am, then
i'm doing it right.

That one, not this one...

remember that love?
when it made you feel crazy,
but in a good way?

Running with palms cupped,
cradling the delicate
water seeping through.

radicals in the
kitchen. communists in the
hall. me in my room.

Not a euphemism.

she came to straighten
out my back room and instead
nested and rested.

Do not what I say
good leadership imitates
all that they don't say.

the sunday clouds keep
back the heat. today is good
for meandering.

Stanzas and minutes.

thank lines and thank time.
lines and time keep it all from
happening at once.

The face she made was
akin to when you're tasting
piss and vinegar.

i know i'm young still,
but do i have enough years
to claim perspective?

she comes to in dreams,
pockets of fluff she's made for
herself to wake in.

In City Slickers,
Crystal is prophet, "Your
twenties are a blur."

she still controls me,
she still comes to mind when i
run. towards, sorta.

And in my basket, vanity.

heartburn medicine,
conditioner and meal bars
for the at-work lunch.

"quantum of solace."
what on god's green earth? is that
even good grammar?

As he always does,
the loneliest, luckiest
man always looks down.

girlfriend got sick from
no a/c. makes me glad mine
broke on a weekday.

Telling our story,
the good, the bad, the ugly,
Lacking quality.

the endless comings
and goings of karma are
enough to exhaust.

Analyzation
brings identity to the
ones often ignored.

Toll paid.

enjoy happiness!
i've taken and hidden the
world's pain in my back.

peter said i should
write a haiku. sorry i'm
such a slacker. peace.

Falling behind to learn how to catch up.

this is what i need
to do to stay employed.
this is what i do.

Uncomfortable,
indifferent in your eyes,
inconsequential.

Sipping late night tea,
falling asleep to Nixon,
like you imagined.

My mind's packed away,
for it looks like I will be
dancing in cement.

i read my notes: "sun-
shine red something i can't go."
what was I thinking?

sunday rain, day off.
i get in a quick workout
and hope it's noticed.

The aroma of
first editions inspire
ideas for us.

obama, kerry,
gore: why are we still playing
around? call bullshit!

If you're as good as
they say you are, you shouldn't
have to hide from us.

Rest and sleep away
your demons that frighten you.
Don't worry baby.

Mom's Birthday

my dad weighs his love
for his testicles and his
records and returns.

OJ's on the news,
Metallica's back again.
What year are we in?

I was here last night to watch the parking lot lights turn on, and here this morning to see them give up.

he's desperate to live
his twenties over and I
get to watch the show.

He only speaks when
spoken to, two plus two takes
up all of his time.

Nobody knows.

the astronaut drove
to florida in diapers with
a toy gun...for love.

Happy Holiday, yo!

i dedicate my
vote to the candidate who
knows what day it is.

Fear of life

Opportunity
leads to dead ends and brick walls.
Claustrophobia.

Slow down/sectarian violence

george dubya bush may
be the world's dumbest, biggest
human thesaurus.

Things changing and the nature of dispair.

mccain kills wallace,
or at least that's what i think
i read in the times.

Wind me up, wheel me
out, reel me in, roll over,
rape, rinse, and repeat.

Delusion much?

we gave up freedom,
bought flags and greenwood's remix
and still think terrorists live in caves.

As it happened, we
were terrified by it all.
Now it's a trademark.

self-fulfilling, but
it was already coming
true before I spoke.

though others may think
it the american dream
is not gluttony

You're lucky because
the devil hates a loser,
and you had it all.

don't know about you,
but i liked myself better
when i was drinking.

Sleeping makes days go
away. Can it do the same
for other problems?

measure the distance
between trying to make it
work and it working.

blank

white twisters clutter
my insides, raging loudly.
and then? not a thing.

Things we have in common

film, work, cars, drive, and
not knowing what you're asking.
among other things.

This life lacks answers.
The way out is opposite
the way I came in.

admit it! admit
it!! admit it!!! admit it!!!!
admit it!!!!! ADMIT

Some people tell me
that way, but I prefer what
the non-people say.

hurricane ike

occasionally,
god points at us, then signals,
"not you, behind you."

believe in me as,
in my mind, i gather
my baggage, call cab.

what kind of party
is this? no booze and only
one hooker. -bender

things'll get better,
but only so the goodbye
comes out of nowhere.

The last time was too
short, I left when I should have
asked for one last dance.

you shouldn't haiku
when you really have to poo.
constipation? shit.

the tree falls to earth.
wiping his axe and his brow...
he sets off for more.

somehow i think our
lives are all better, and worse,
than the internet.

Staring contests with
babies and pen protection.
Story of my life.

she's the only nap
i can wake up from to find
myself just as tired.

is the best part of
dodging a bullet the dodging,
or in not having been shot?

Life is cemented,
my mind is stagnant watching
things falling apart.

Echoing through, the
silence kills the noise but leaves
no story to tell.

summer heat melting
tire tread from tire putting the
road's pain in my back.

The look in his eyes
share the same desperation...
captain, Titanic.

Clock.

Every morning and
every night, it tells me things
I don't want to hear.

two thousand and eight.
the year we all became "the
michael phelps of sperm."

sun rises and sets
without you thinking about
sun rising, setting.

Either go to work
or suffer from headaches and
"one, two, six, six, six"

the rain comes and goes.
so does the power and the
love, and the mistrust.

It's not a cut if
it goes into a hole that
is already there.

if i can't change my
life, maybe I can change my
location instead.

Tea for one, a book,
and rainfall. I imagine
you doing the same.

i can feel the wind
but i couldn't tell you where
it's blowing or why.

Fell asleep to the
sound of the dark side, woke to
monkberry moon delight.

brother's thirty-nine.
why do i feel that reflects
on the age i feel?

Are you listening
or are you just waiting for
your next chance to talk?

we were cheaters once, and young

it's getting harder
for me to criticize others
for things i have done.

His life is worth living.

going out tonight
to find confidence, esteem,
a reason to live.

all my favorite sites
changed their home pages. cyber-
alienation.

Hello, this is not
the person you expect or
want. Good enough, though.

yo' momma jokes are
rarely funny. less so if
the momma is dead.

Synthetic heartbeats
thumping against rotted wood.
Each thicken eye bags.

loving is never
pretty when compelled, needed,
or the opposite.

i just want an hour
to play video games and
chill. too much, I guess.

Strangely, it was the
silence that awoke me. What's
outside steals my sleep.

randy's laughter should
be infectious, but instead
it feels like disease.

You appreciate
Guybrush Threepwood, therefore I
appreciate you.

writer's block blamed on
her, blamed on the heat, blamed on
everything but me.

Words of wisdom that
omit the fun of nonsense.
Maybe I'll break down.

this happens every year.

summer power outage
becomes the reason i meet
i meet my neighbors.

(What they do?) They smile in your face...

i enjoy when she
fabricates realities
to get her friend back.

Self defeat is brought
upon by not letting go.
Retrovertigo.

John McClane's second language.

when I see you smile,
the world can't do, what the touch
of your hand can do.

life can't be all peach
yogurt and remote controls.
there's lines to wait in.

if corey feldman
can hunt vampires, i can be
whatever i want.

Silent ones aren't
always judging, some exist
just for listening.

my favorite part was
when i had no idea
what was happening.

Suggestion: The Who
should retire and Pearl Jam
should become The Who.

wind/rain like lovers
moving, coming together.
the heat, lonely. still

When I was in high
school, I aimed low and scored high.
Sex, drugs, rock and roll

in high school, I scored
in the top percentile for
staring at nothing.

state of the arts / kyapi, now on itunes, check him out.

guy selling cd's
at my store, and later, hers.
self-promoting sigh.

Rock bottom: Watching
X-Files, thought, "5 syllables!
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves!"

a suicide pact
is what we discussed tonight
it made us both laugh

hypothetical
scenarios don't exist.
now, what do you do?

my jaw takes painful
time to open. open, close.
widening gyre.

Inside my box, I'll
hide until someone asks what
do they want from me.

everything today
was in slo-mo, except the
part where i blew chunks.

she wants something from
my words. something about her.
something outside me.

Wrote a letter for
you, sealed in a silver lined
envelope. Sorry.

he went there alone.
but attracted attention.
now he has the clap.

The second coming
didn't come, yet the masses
have a new martyr.

says, "have a good one."
bad ones make the best stories.
average ones blow chunks.

snakes in the morning,
spiders at night. heat between.
nature's for suckers.

Unhealed scars, ink blot
limbs. Let my body tell the
story I won't tell.

what you DONT see is
me. sometimes i seem spooky...
i feel like a ghost.

Keep doing what you're
doing, and you will get the
me that you deserve.

i let myself talk
about the future like
i believe in it.

$2500 for a root canal?

"we can fix your mouth.
we have the technology."
"go on and pull it."

i know that God made
me an atheist. please don't
question His judgment.

Only fitting that
the center of attention
seeks the opposite.

douche

you're practically
married to my fist. don't make
this any harder.

If your hand bores you,
then your imagination
isn't good enough.

Callus on bare feet
prove the validity of
the Floridian.

mediocre stars
burning dimly, rocking soft.
please learn from shatner.

it's hard to express
doubts, or anything really,
at times like these, love.

Uneasy Ads

twilight zone ain't got
nothing on the Burger King's
kid. apple fries, too.

"Or if you want to
strike me down in anger, here
I am. I'm your man."

--Leonard Cohen

To keep fighting it
would strip my right to say there's
nothing left to lose.

The Status Quo Defines Sanity.

over the next ridge
lies immortality and
the rest of our days.

between here and there
are the measures to claim us
monsters or madmen.

there are days i'd like
to be a monster, but if
this is sanity...

nothing going on
makes you wonder exactly
what it is you do.

Every ounce of
security is gone with
each second I waste.

Night brings modern guilt,
get yourself together, man.
Some days show the truth.

between empty minds,
empty hearts, empty pockets.
life is strangely full.

you are on my fridge
mocking me in your panties
wringing out my heart

Criticism can't
be taken seriously
from guy who liked Signs.

serenity/courage/wisdom

true wisdom knows that
just because you can change it,
doesn't mean you should.

go on...

too many people
hurting me, not being hurt
only one is left

A healthy union
maintains the balance of the
pair's independence.

independence

"anything you can
do, we can do better. and
by ourselves. thanks. bye."

care package coming.
i don't know how much i can
help when i'm broken.

Preparations made,
almost ready...the knife brings
blood in the kitchen.

simple solitude.
life's greatest gift. to watch this
alone, from afar.

Rainbows raping rain
refuse refuge to wrecked soul
wringing her along.

i'll pretend to care.
you pretend to know what love
is. we'll be just fine.

annoyed is an emotion, right?

she's mad cause i'm not
emotionally involved.
time's enough for now.

Inside Out Socks

I'll wear my red shoes,
don't care what anyone thinks,
take it or leave it.

these are the nights

new girlfriend looking
through old yearbook. donavon
on the speaker set.

her kiss

it tastes like sugar;
sweet and sticky candy lips.
soft pink. on my mind.

melancholy suits
me the same way armani
suits magazine men.

I think I've heard this one before.

Always sidestepping.
They can't/won't see, but ok.
I'm not really here.

setting the system,
making it easier to
fall and to fall hard.

Nobody told me.
Now that I know better I
wish I didn't know.

your ghost creeps quiet.
up and down the hall, moving
things to remind me.

it's a metaphor for relationships

hooray for fight club.
it becomes the reason you
cut your hair, trim nails.

yes, those were the nights.
i don't remember the days.
you shouldn't either.

there ain't no party
like my martini party.
hey. ho...hey. ho. word.

For George

Cocksucker, shit, piss,
fuck, tits, motherfucker, cunt.
Rest in peace, good sir.

little words of great
import. to some, not to all.
not to me, tonight.

the child in me likes
albums named after colors.
crayola music.

Been getting my act
together for many years.
Really? Is this it?

I earn one gray hair
for each time my Itunes plays
Phil Collins b-sides.

you can rely on your old man's money

It is never wrong
to take what is given you.
Deserve it though, please.

The fragile freaks
stake their claims to each other.
Handle me with care.

i don't miss her so
much i couldn't go one more
day without her here.

they set it up so
you fail, so they win, so you
do it all again.

For all the things I
think are against me, she sees
through it all and loves.

For Crystal, the bedrock all my relationships are built on.

the middle of my
geological strata:
an era all yours.

Lionel Richie
lied to me. Sunday mornings
are never easy.

can't login, can't post.
too busy purging illness
with strong alcohol.

Ten sad voices all
evoking Ian Curtis's
ghost without the grace.

love advice pt 4

dont bother. what? that
isnt a haiku, you say?
refrigerator.

i missed thursday's post
the way i missed thursday. the
way the norse miss thor.

love advice pt 3

the male g-spot:
you will not need a map. but
you will need some gloves.

Always waiting for
plans, I've no surprises, no
spontaneity.

"From year to year until I saw thy face"

Elizabeth, I
understand you understand
my girl's heart. Please share?

Tuesday, Wednesday, they
all start to blur together
for the daysleepers.

dakota fanning
and micky rooney. creepy
combo for the win.

metric, that is.

love obsessed culture
producing sandra bullock
films by the shit ton.

scooters; vacations.
fall. winter; spring. time flies and
all i do is sleep.

who is more famous,
lorenzo lamas or tate
donovan. and why?

Jack's Advice

Find yourself a girl,
done. Settle down, not done. Live
simple life, not done.

wake up. ten missed calls.
i'm never this popular
when I'm not sleeping.

Homeless guy steals
from baskets of rich. I shrug.
He's like Robin Hood.

waiting for a car
hoping the car will come soon
maybe i'll be freed

around this food dish,
cats fight for food no one wants.
thank you, middle east.

you know what haikus?
fuck you.

im so selfish now
i cant recognize myself
twisted up inside

It's June. You would be
a lot older now. We'd be
dreaming in the groves.

someone in my bed.
cereal. vitamin. a
new routine is set.

It's still a bad word,
but I love it when a black
person calls me "nigga".

thing about fate is,
when you time travel, you did
it already, bruce.

Sleepwalking.

Bruises on my knees,
four inch scratch on forearm, I
smell a mystery!

i've already been
orlando miserable.
it's not location.

love advice part three

in regard to the
vagina: just act like you
are angry with it.

pick a rhumb and go.
anything may be better,
but you'll still be there.

Why I Love The Undiscovered Country

Two Shatners in one,
Shakespeare quoting Klingons, and
ballsacks in kneecaps.

love advice pt 2

while making love, you
must avoid eye contact, as
it ruins the mood.

blahblah

I am really bored
mom and dad went out of town
yay! now I'm hungry

i just want a day
where money doesn't get in
my way. just one day.

love advice pt 1

a giant sword. that's
the deal breaker. i mean,
chicks dig katanas.

Purple sacks under
eyeballs and snot faucets are
relieved by love soup.

Biblical Unicorn

did axl rose die?
i seem to be channeling
him consistantly.

Infinity on
upward sway within naked
souls' cemetary.

pined release

never go away
you keep the demons at bay
please be here to stay

depression starts in
the solar plexus. it creeps
through the veins and aches.

"...Sex in the City."
"Sex AND the City, ass face."
It's a conjunction.

Sesame Street and Inventory.

the count's laughter seems
now to be the unnerving
insane variety.

In order to face
reality, constantly
I fight against it.

american woman's diet

time to suck it up
so stop being a pussy
be a skinny bitch!

It's fucking tragic.

magic mike wants to
buy a home theater but
he lives in a car.

new movie theatre
is perfect for us junkies
who need chairs that rock

What is ours belongs
to us and no one else, not
even aliens.

happens next happens
now. happens never. happens
when you weren't looking.

peter, i miss thee
picture a crying ewok
and ring caitlin up

Guy was a guy's guy
Not that guy's guy, but a good
Guy nevertheless.

upon me upon
you, i feel a strange weight like
storms or wet towels.

gonna run myself
ragged. run myself down. six
feet down and sideways.

Quiet uterine
estro enhanced flatulence.
Acronyms by cell.

To avoid emo
tag, keep hair out of eyes, and
stop writing haikus.

i don't live at work, i don't live at work, i don't live at work.

i keep shaving cream,
razor and hair gel in a
towel dispenser.

in my desk, advil.
an extra shirt, pair of socks
in the back bathroom.

Dance along with the
carnival of idiots.
They don't know better.

monthly bonus blues.
weakened dollar perspective,
yes. but still. come on.

i find my mood,
and i am in it now,
it stops me short.

Rain tastes like copper
alone, I wished it away.
Rain belongs to us.

good vibes

no mood to be deep
I am happy as can be
I've got all I need

yesterday's haiku,
like yesterday, forgotten.
i forgot to live.

Staying awake feels
like the living dead. Soon comes...
Zombification!

Prying palms twisting
his eyeballs as if he wants
them to see his pain.

Dear Julie:

the pitch and volume
of your voice have taken me
to medical school

where i spend thousands
in cash and four years to learn
complex practices

that will allow me
to allow you, finally,
to control your cords

and, thus, save all of
humanity and me from
the pitch and volume.

I've been marked.

concealer on my
neck. i'm professional on
a teenage level.

Only the roads and
rolled down windows know how well
I wreck good music.

prove it

it irritates me
that you think my love is weak
I will make you see

jackie wilson said...
van morrison picked it up...
let it all hang out.

Musical fashion accessory

i like the way she
wore her heart on the jukebox
and made us feel it.

one two three four five
six seven eight nine ten....damn!
it worked in my head.

She's sleeping because
she has a future. I smoke
pot and write haikus.

mix tapes, forty fives.
the private moments of youth
becoming road songs.

sleep?

when the pills kick in
i sit and fight against them
maybe i should stop

Effervescent mind
is eroding from no use.
Etceteranough.

Unless it's metal or lesbian rock.

special needs is a
way better band name, by far,
than fisting midgets.

The seldom seen kid
takes the beating and learns that
reality bites.

snarky for nothing
but a lost addiction and
shoddy self-esteem.

Dear Mama...

The greatest gift she
got was the realization
that she's still my mom.

leg brace or not, we
play tennis on mother's day
thanks to the wii. wheee!

He knows too much.

My economic
stimulus check's intended
to keep me silent.

pieces of something-
something that i can't quite see,
loose but stuck inside

broken, they rattle
there will be no rest, like storms
on the horizon

this couch is my couch.
it's his, but i belong here.
this house is my house.

She's falling asleep.
With this, she knows that I'm still
thinking about her.

how do you say bye
to an old friend who hurts you
and costs so much? "bye."

Sleep, sleepwalk through the
day, all so it will be a
dream when I see you.

"breed a jew, get a jew!"

my bio teacher
just compared jewish people
to dogs. loch in kop.

Unmotivated...
first word to come to my mind
not the right one...bored

flat as a board. bright pink nipples jutting from her bird chest-'i always hated women like this'. his huge, hairy hands wrapped around her throat. and the other man, watching, maybe. it's too dark to tell. it wouldn't be the first murder he's witnessed. 'you stupid fucking whore! watch where you're scratching!' the slap across her face like a gun shot in the quiet room. she's on the floor, sobbing, barely able to breathe. 'we don't need this', says man in chair. he lights a cigarette. 'you may not need it. but i do.' she makes it half way to the door before he stops her.

sometimes i feel like
i'm watching myself from six
steps off. in darkness.

she won't ever fall in love. she won't ever spend another day in the park. she won't ever climb trees, spit from rooftops, fuck in a glass elevator. she won't pick up smoking, and finally quit years later. she won't get pissed with friends in a bar across the ocean. she won't get to tell her family that she loves them. she won't get to apologize.

want to kill yourself
every morning. forget
to, and sleep all day.

when it's all over, they won't even be able to identify the body

bathing suit blues (or why i killed myself)

"are you sure that you
would be okay with how much
butt cheek will hang out?"

choking

guy with yankees cap
stops, asks how to spell "brooklyn."
cough...irony...hack.

Cascades of glow sticks
illuminate tears as I see
where I start and end.

there are no seasons
in processed air and closed blinds.
this is my space.

another party
at ben's*. pungent hormones ache
in awkward places.

*name changed to protect
the innocent...and to fit
into my haiku.

.....why would anyone
want one of these, when they could
have so much better.......

Let them sleep well. They
should be stronger than the acting
parent / fuck up.

party pooper.

to the people here:
tomorrow is early and
long. shut the fuck up.

swimming pool=ice cube.
i make it five laps. or less.
"holychristit'scold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Curiously,
his cautious eyes are capsized
by calm chests of warmth.

she's toxic

can't escape the truth
foreshadowed by solitude
hope burning for you

i can't change time.

waited too long for
something to long for. can't wait
for time to change me.

He sometimes rebels
just because. Everything
smells like teen spirit.

for kim

great haiku ideas
written on palm of my hand:
now smeared on my cock.

To the early hour.

streets and lots empty.
mornings shared by romantics,
lunatics and me.

fortune cookie prophecies

"You will bring sunshine
into someone's life this week."
How very truthful.

"You will take a chance
in the near future, and win."
Don't excite hopes.

zephyrs

soft and tender breeze
drifting from reality
only you and me

somedays, my greeting
goes unnoticed and i feel
i'm invisible.

2 Across. My name.
12 Down. "Picaresque" track two.
9 Across. Your site.

babysitting

dust falls as i
turn on the old fan i pick
dust out of afros

my teeth are aching
i really really hate teeth
always cause problems

To the audience
of my life. Folks, I'm just as
confused as you are.

i have seen a lot.
mostly good reasons to light
myself on fire.

the early naptime
is just a bad tv time
housework will get done

albert hofmann died.
consider the question begged;
is heaven a trip?

The road to nowhere
needs a detour away from
me. Oh, and Tom Cruise.

this life starts in tears.
everything after should help
so it ends elseways.

tom cruise's penis.
go ahead. think about it.
it's a paradox.

schizophrenia

my little sister
in the backyard fighting them
off with a big stick.

they were spirit things
and green aliens were there;
she fought them herself.

i fear it's a curse;
she's not even from our blood
but still is so sick.

catalina

she's a feisty one.
drunken babylonian
whore! take that paint off.

The quiet one's not
always angry or sad. He's
just there. Ignore him.

do you wonder if
tom cruise wished to be tom cruise
when he was younger?

bookstore

when i was a kid,
i wanted to haunt bookstores
after death. not NOW

staying the same is
easy when you realize
everything changes.

Uninspired? Call Abel.

Locked eyes, young lust, a
kiss goodbye to the pig mask
she wore during sex.

tossing, turning

how can you love that?
dreams of tying knots. dreams of
climbing trees. falling.

history lessons

i'll write my story.
it's only fair. and it keeps
me busy, alone.

learning the hard way
about seafood in all-night
diners once again.

archaic

subjective phases
rhetorically graceless
the ground beneath shifts

This guy is worthless. Really.

what communists don't
realize, is some people
don't deserve a thing.

Of course you can take
advantage of the fact that
I cannot say no.

real men pore cleanse in
the dark. it's just like crying.
biore strips blues.

If she's not into
Star Wars or The Who, then she
is not worth dating.

time travellin' dumb
hookers. catch up with me some
other time. pot slut.

smoke cylinders wrap
snakes around your hair and nails.
bullshit breathes and smiles.

Concrete killed orange
groves where I saw stars, blocking
empty memories.

beach view

a place where i go
a warm way to be alone
with sands vast like snow

I CAN be me, and
not feel bad about it. Well....
Some days. On others.....

Sex for sale. Rarely
used; needs body work, runs good.
Cost: smile, wink, or nod.

falling (failing) redux

let me love again.
win/lose, i'll still have something
new to say. le sigh.

exurgency

a branch on this tree
is now slowly blossoming
what fruit will it be

apple can still suck my dick, though

i love my ipod.
a new way to shut out the
outside world. Deafen.

My tail is wagging
instead of tucked between my
legs. My eyes say fear.

falling(failing)

need a catalyst.
make it beautiful again.
one truth: art is hard.

everything has been
so deep i'm afaid to post
anything right now

sorry.

My Haiku is weak
in fear of revealing those
things that I can't see.

Bouncing off the walls.
Thrown there; The will of a bored
child. Circular.

Slicked back bonfire.
Feeding myself from my self.
'Don't get excited.'

This flesh, the canvas
of an amateur, torn up
in blind frustration.

Written by Peter
John Gardner. Ok, the hard
part's out of the way.

the sunday shoutout,
to let you know i care and
i think about you.

guard yourself against
evil temptations. you're not
too handsome to die.

underground holocaust

the animals' cries
resonate off of man's lies
and my tearful eyes

Men and their Sabers...
The vaginal metaphor,
Sarlacc, kills no one.

Workforce Trauma Sidenote: At Least I Don't Work in a Clock Shop

the clock ticks seconds
but everything's relative
and minutes take hours.

the sound of animals fighting

flesh is heratic
and my body is a witch
so i'm burning it

a voice unheard

call her Mother Earth
for whatever your life's worth
yet it's she you hurt

not no more

Aw, look at YOU! All
deep and stuff. SOMEONE'S gotta
be like that. Ain't me.

who doesn't love rush?

it's modesty that
keeps me from saying that I'm
today's tom sawyer.

praise the mothers

"gi-gew" means thank you
"puh" means dog and "yow" means cat
thank god i'm around

insomniette

some nights seem so long
and with each breath I hold on
to my yearning song

Priceless Advice/Sales Pitch

"No such thing as too
many flowers," says dear friend
who is a florist.

music

between each sweet note
it's the silence that I quote
which gives me new hope

internet argue.
i should keep my damned mouth shut.
never is enough.

is this all i ever think about?

i just enjoyed a
satisfying bowl movement.
just thought you should know.

dumb

going crazy cra
zy crazy crazy crazy
crazy crazy cra

Face to face with Mouth...
he's sniffing profusely as
my childhood sighs, dies.

origami throat cut-
death's fabled resolution.
uh oh. just kidding!

perfect silence yields
perfect understanding, if
only for silence.

ITS DEEP

ENJOY THE SANDWICH
eat, swine! lick the mayonaise!
.....a metaphor? nope.

How long does silence
really last? Is there too much?
...

alone when you're here.
a mirror's perfect symmetry.
alone when you've gone.

you grew out your hair
in matted entanglements
old fear trap'd in it.

people ashamed of
their single mug, oughta be
ashamed of themselves

Perfect night for hot
tea, tea for two, so tonight
will be half perfect.

my dream last night

whoa, a christmas tree.
holy shit! TWO christmas trees!
and now they're rotting.

Let them win.

Soft foot in lead boots,
blood splat on the window, scared
boy dystopia.

about gravity,
neither radiohead nor
i can reassure.

oh boy

i'm the fool again
lying naked in your bed
wrapped in sheets of shame.

People staking their
claims makes me bump more shoulders
than Richard Ashcroft.

taking it far so
"autobiographical"
isn't considered.

it's not a question
of 'if', only 'when' you will
pay for that last lie

Workforce Trauma 6: "Strike me down with all of your hatred and your journey towards the dark side will be complete!"

my boss looks like the
star wars emperor. it's hard
to keep a straight face.

Elephants can paint.
Put seven syllables here.
Bitches can't ollie.

Hand drawn butterflies,
paper kaleidoscopes. She's
not just anyone.

i beg to differ.
please please please let me differ.
ain't too proud to beg.

can staring blankly
at my bright white monitor
produce what i want?

something important:

i am quite gassy.
and the smell is like the smell
of rotting corndogs.

Working with rednecks
means no drinks, no fries, just a
sack of cheeseburgers.

To every break-up I've ever had; you'd've loved me if you met me.

the mistake you made
was mine. i can only be
me when i'm alone.

Unbelievably
autobiographical
procrastination.

you're so vain, I bet you think this haiku is about you

haiku drama? Oy.
can we really be so bored?
i thought we were friends.

and i guess we were,
till someone's paranoia
pooped on our parade.

it's hypocrisy!
when i call out some nice folks
for being nut jobs.

and i'll admit it:
hearing about it was a
vicarious thrill.

the dust has settled.
was there a victor? uh, no.
i think we all lost.

but do not fear, kids!
the time to smile is now.
'cause JD's back. w00t.

nothing is never
happening. everything is
always going on.

Be here now because
I need you to hold me and
tell me I'm a fool.

wow. the anger is
overwhelming me right now.
eh, it goes away.

dear peter, you can
have some of my sleep. i have
too much. love, michael.

to heinlein and ellis

stranger than fiction
these oracles of diction
blow me worlds away.

Shouldn't think about
things. Stay awake anyway. Sleep's
unattainable.

celebrity haiku OR my generation's excalibur

my only question:
who gets to pry that rifle
from his cold, dead hands?

mr. heston, i
hope we remember more than
just the nra.

RIP, sir.

watching lizards dance
and fight. wondering if it's
over a woman.

nothing like seeing
a good "old" friend and talking
until 8 am

O.

You're not going to
take me alive, I'd rather
die than stay with you.

The toilet leaks.

i find a peace in
mopping that makes me wary
to call the plumber.

sometimes i feel like
i'm hypnotized by the yarn
it's so beautiful

Three grown men playing
Spice Girls and JT covers.
I swear we're not gay.

Zen and the art of career planning.

75 bucks.
pay money to get a job,
to get paid money.

worse than the nightmare
is the reality that
old friends can hurt, too.

Sometimes it's worth not
sleeping just to watch someone
else sleep peacefully.

No elegant way
to describe a kid gnawing
on my dirty shoe.

dear illness: you have
received notice to vacate.
please comply. -landlord.

After three beers, a
pot brownie, and Roulette Dares,
silence is blissful.

not about anyone

if you like yourself
you seem like a pompous ass,
no one will like you

if you hate yourself
you seem like an "emo" freak
no one will like you

rough start, ego clash,
something about a phoenix.
bridge, troubled waters.

...

This town wears me out.
One phone call, two hundred bucks.
Boston here I come!

hi it's caitlin

some advice hits walls
of stubborn ears and shut eyes
that like to be blind.

buying used.

quarter paperback
of camus. first ten pages
fall out once open.

cat's away.

one day! one day! all
i asked was for one day off,
and you start a war?!

They say green. It feels
more purple with a crest like a
man o' war - air filled.

for one of you (#4)

my stomach still turns,
but in a very good way,
when i think of you

there is so much love
that i'm not sure what to do-
cut my stomach out?

for one of you (#3)

there's something creepy
i can't put my finger on
you might need a friend

sometimes we don't see
the things that are going on
right inside of us

for one of you (#2)

whatever we had
is such a strange memory
i can't remember

and now i don't know
where we could possibly stand-
maybe on a crack

we hope there is not
another earthquake to shake
our foundation

for one of you (#1)

i am over here
thinking of you and hoping
that you are okay

and missing your hugs-
thinking about the niceness
of being with you

remembering times
we made people sick because
we love each other

Fat people should stop
losing weight. I can't find things
that fit at thrift stores.

I purposely stepped
in watermelon gum to
counter the dog shit.

Planning Day

The polka dots of
my bikini top show through
my white collared shirt.

Heart in head remix

it shouldn't surprise
me that after these three days
it's my head that hurts.

recognition

whenever i say
"oh, for pete's sake," i mean sir
peter john gardner.

Six a.m. - smiling
Eight p.m. - beaming, blushing
One a.m. - happy

false starts.

got all the answers
that i already knew but
didn't want to hear.

afterglow.

huge wads of cash spent!
it's consumer orgasmic!
what a load off, huh?

hey, at least the voices stopped

I went to the hill
today to martyr myself
but the damn rope broke

1,000 views!

We can now say that
we've been reflections on
a thousand eyeballs.

Maybe I'm Afraid

maybe i'm a man,
maybe i'm a lonely man;
help me understand.

No more cameras.
The best memories are the
ones I can't play back.

she smiles with the light
of a child...must be swimming
with clouds in her dreams

Age: Wisdom ratio

Brains are like engines;
With time they run slower and
Need more maintenance.

a subversive smile
always coming around to
catch me by surprise.

and i miss you like
the fields miss the sheep and like
the sheep miss the wolves.

"Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims, and strap your hands across my engines"

You make me want to
quote The Boss cause I want to
know if love is real.

Girl Watcher, Intl.

asian nail painting
cuties, hispanic nurses.
panoptic strip mall.

I can fall to sleep
on fragments, turning twinkles
to universes.

Tired of staring
at the back of heads. I have
funny stories, too.

Daydreams of Nightmares.

beLIEve me when i
say that everything is fine
and that life is good.

He doesn't like hospitals

Your excuse, "I see
me". See him to see that you
aren't abandoned.

Saki, So Much

"Wipe my arm across
surfaces. Use my skin for
a cleaning agent."

~ The Glorious Johna

7-11
Open because they do not
care about your god.

on my walk, i encounter a girl with a white stuffed rabbit and a blue dress waving good-bye to water flowing down a storm drain and i name her alice.

she is too young to
care that I have named her or
to care that i know:

everything moves from
one place to another like
water down the drain.

I am walking a
circle and passing again,
she waves to me, too.

I watch the nurse change
his filled bag and think: This is
not at all like Scrubs!

Workforce Trauma 5: The Holidays

zombie jesus day.
raining. blind faith in something
opened the Shack's doors.

If Christians feel that
Easter is fact, then let me
believe in zombies.

To the Invisible Boy

Not noticed? Well, "You've
got to be good looking cause
you're so hard to see"

Polaroids are like
the poetry of photos.
Blurry, beautiful.

In the war between
you and the mosquito in
your shower, you'll lose.

when there is no right
action, doing nothing is
the easiest wrong.

Workforce trauma 4: "Down Economy!" OR "Nobody loves a kidder."

dm thinks we watch
movies and smoke. "we had a
dance party last week."

Workforce Trauma 3: The French Connection

crazy frenchman with
vanilla ice hair asks, can
i "see" his accent.

Workforce trauma 2: "We're Green!"

all those trees wasted
for manuals no one reads
cause we have answers.

Workforce trauma.

does it count if i'm
the one knocking my own head
against the stone wall?

Singing loudly into the wind...

to make it in life:
be honest, love, and never
believe your own press.

Weekend Getaway

Miami, here we
come...Get your Mojitos and
Disco lights ready!

"... or I'll stab you with a Q-tip" ~ Homer Simpson

I wish my brain would
tell me these things instead of
plotting my demise!

For All That Apply

You appreciate
Jimmy Gnecco. For that, I
appreciate you.

filling in the flap
of shirt that used to be used-
to-be-me, i walk.

SongWriter's Block

Why can't my Martin
translate my thoughts and help me
Finish my soundtrack?

Lego castles have
one weakness: the tempest of
neglected egos.

Inconsequential
Inevitability
Disintegration

a very religious holiday

Jenny said, "easter
would not be easter without
a chocolate bunny."

"yeah, she's right," said I,
"I hear that's what Jesus said
as he 'rose again'."

how to beat the terr'ists

maybe, if we give
away all our freedom, they
won't hate us for it.

Sixth Truth

"Patriotism?"
Scoffs Liberty, as she swims
out of the harbor

we take ourselves too
seriously. will all this
matter in ten years?

I choke around the
steam shoveled lake golf course. Wealth
smells like decayed ducks.

daydreamer

i'm a silly fuck
listening to your myspace
playlist, and thinking.

dreaming about you
while you are dreaming of her
i'm a silly fuck.

It's rude.

clear day, much cleavage
want to slap the wrinkly boobs
staring right at me

The Fastest Hands in SoFlo

backs turned bored at bar,
unwittingly missed genius
and something sublime.

For Aaron.

the girl next door

tranquil as the moon
and daft as any shoreline
she snores when she sleeps

To sleep, to dream...

Linoleum, soft
with gray clouds of hair and dust
you'd make perfect sleep.

Florescent light bulbs,
your flicker epileptic
you'd make perfect stars.

Class eyes, slippery
accusing me of murder
you'd make perfect wake.

conversations at work

"Did you SEE that girl!?"
"She's a FILTHY whore." "That's just
the way i like them."

When all is said and
done, I want my legacy
to be brevity.

Justice

I love that you call
yourself disabled when you're,
clearly, half a man.

Dancing for the Death of an Imaginery Enemy

his voice soared, "Murder,
Give in to things you part with."
And I lost my mind.

one nation under god

when you believe that
dead soldiers go to heaven
any war is just.

i'm such a silly fucking asshole. really. this melodramatic puppy dog romantic side of me makes me want to vomit.

im left here, thinking.
of your hair. that smile that
kills me a little.

video camera
purchase wasted. for want of
something worth saving.

Dearest Peter John,
We have taken over you.
Love, Insomnia

the Sandlot

Pickle with the Beast?
I got my PF Fliers
Legends never die

Playing Dead

Our swiping will
lead to licked wounds. Anything
to know your mouth, Love.