They're Back!

Five boys, crying girls

Hanging though, step by step

They got the right stuff

a good evening.

butter, garlic salt,
white bread, muenster, skillet, fire.
socks sliding on tile.

Idea for my
work's team building exercise...
Haikus for inmates!

i had a dream last night about a beautiful haiku that wasn't

Adulthood is a
game. They play keep-away with
my disabled brain.

say you're creative?
create me up some dinner
you dumb jobless whore

going to the park
like going to a bar, but
parents pick you up

To catch cleverness:
just steep in it, like a warm
bacteria bath.

Welts, blood, sweat, and cum.
My bruises prove the sixties
never happened, Love.

To catch cleverness:
Trap it in memory's jar
like a butterfly.

Have you ever met
a fan of Donnie Darko
who could explain it?

listen up, sweetheart.
i get tired, i start calling
everyone "darling."

Because I am not
a donkey or elephant,
I do not matter.

sold my first necklace
i feel amazingly good
never felt this way

all my exes are
all exactly the same;
save size, shape, texture

while this one is mean
and contains profanities
fuck you. you love it

This one is not mean
and doesn't have a punchline.
So it won't be liked.

In Cours de'Cours one
touch can revive the dead. Take
my hand. Remind me.

National Geographic Features Article on Haiku Master this month

In Florida, there
are only two seasons. Where
are my metaphors?

Sleeping alone feels
like lying with cadavers
of bad excuses.

you live twice as long
keeping your heart in your head,
but just half as much.

Tired, like balloons
are in my blood. Head lighted
and driven to dreams.

Insecurities

realizing it's midnight
so I can tell you I don't want
to be that guy anymore.

one book to rule them all

i think it is strange
that the world has never had
required reading

I want to tell the
world that she's insane,
mais c'est mon défaut.

keep your cooties to
yourself, but please give me
take-backs and do-overs.

Sure, say "love" to me;
It takes no real heart when you've
resigned me to "friend"

busy dead woman.
when i least expect her to,
my mother shows up

uSheep

Robots will turn us
to slaves through hidden signals
triggered through ipods.

No quarters required.

the drawer on my desk
is stuck shut. at least I have
my own dryer now.

All the candidates
say 'change'. I'm voting for the
one that says 'fraggle'.

already sick of
trying to one-up my friends
in seventeen beats

certain futures fate,
we lie here, stomachs' open
carnasaurs clawed out.

To cover my two days out of town and possibly without Internet:

Friday, January 25th:

Relationships are

not a simple filling of

supply and demand.

Saturday, January 26th:

At State Farm the claims

that are the most annoying

are fatalities.

One thousand headlights,

a serpentine of machine

on a cement sea.

Scattered Brilliance. I
would just like to know one thing
really, really well.

I've got a fever.
There are not enough drugs or
cowbell to fix this.

in pittsburgh its hard
to tell the guys from the gals
mustaches for all!

Rarely ever think
to myself. I mostly hear
music and nothing.

high school

faggy fag faggot
listening to books on tape
let's kick his fag ass

many older kids
my son doesn't realize
that he is too young

women's tennis grunts
no longer erotic. so,
this is growing up.

Blood, guts and semen,
I told the children in class,
make the world go round.

If words are like a
shotgun, then silence is the
equivalent of rape.

Heath Ledger is Dead
Awesome. I move up on the
hottest people list.


-by Mark, just Mark, for now

while searching for GOD
i took a detour to DRUGS
then threw out the map

pop culture, tin hats.
our greatest indicators
of who to avoid.

Acting

Celebrity is
Nothing more than worship of
highly paid liars

salt and vinegar
oh, but for my canker sore
heavenly delight

oh darling, doll face
zombification won't keep
us apart for long

Hope no one noticed
I've been wearing the same jeans
for two weeks. Grunge lives!

MLK

i come back from
working out, only to find
segregated silverware.

Cashier Haiku

how are you today?
i'm just kidding! no one cares.
feel free to die now.

Saintly kings, heroes
in stone. We will leave behind
Billboards of Britney.

scissors, tape, glue stick
scrap piles of leftovers
zine magnificent

With all due respect,
I, for one, am tired of
silly love songs, Sir.

what's a four year old
going to do with an alarm clock?
even in gifts, I'm awkward.

people are either
always right or else they are
unreliable


_created by Mark, just Mark, for now

A dash to the stalls
Pants down, crouch position. Plunk.
Aquatic cell phone.

can someone get rid
of the creep who just won't stop
although you're married?

Nothing more awkward
than riding home with the one
most upset with you.

if i knew then what
i know now, i would not be
any better off than this.

Steppenwolves are just
children. Even Harry learned
to dance, but not you.

The Only Ones I Want

The blue packets and
the pink ones bully and crowd
the refined sugar.

Rain pouring on my
roof tricks me into thinking
rain brings change, not me.

She slips on black ice,

lying, not wanting to move.

The cold numbs her back.

the guy on his phone
used the word "shindig;" no irony.
karamu, fiesta.

doing so much work
many attempts to succeed
but will i still fail

When I asked her, "Why?"
I am not worth the trouble.
It goes round and round.

Professor, quiet.
Your thoughts phrased, clear as crystals.
When you speak, I can't.

"i love you," like "silence,"
once spoken,
broken.

metal teeths the meat
math guns machines' torquing jaw
the dead shouldn't live

On Behalf of Mark

Haikus are not cool,
they're a joke just like chopsticks,
Asians are laughing.


- By Mark, just Mark, for now

Bad first impression,
five words you don't want to hear.
The second is worse.

With ten minutes for
hot coffee, I lose myself
in how late I’ll be.

the fragile body
constant fight on the inside
when will we be well

they rise from the graves
each hungrily eat fresh brains
death does not stop here

Michael hates to clap
to count sounds. He calls it art.
We call it cheating.

Aquaintance

They are teasing, twirled
around the other's questions.
Finally meeting

the used-to-be-me flap of shirt,
the last hole of my belt.
a long ways to go.

Boy playing possum
to the wind whistling sound.
Arms raised with heroes.