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.