That’s just boilerplate
about liability
Shove them down your thoat!
You’re right me Boyo,
I’m fit as a fiddle now.
Praise peristalsis.
Try from the bottom
next time. Better leverage
means better results!
Washing down claymores
With Crisco? A fool’s game, man.
Olive oil is what you need.
Next time? Follow wise words
From chum Boyo Jim. From his
Mouth to your sphincter.
Faints. Poor choice, wordwise.
Hopes Cluricaun will take
As kindly meant, please.
So next time I should
Grab a handful of Band-Aids
Shove them up there?
There are days, like this
When the goddam rain pushes
Me over the edge.
Claustrophobia
too much green, the frogs peeping
growing stuff smothers
Wow, smothered by life?
Novel idea to me
But I can see it.
Wilford Brimley makes
His own soap, and it smells like
Lisa Kudrow’s feet
Stylish girl, but she
Left the Genuine Leather
Tag on her handbag
No one remembers
When we defended our land
With wood and cloth planes
Stop signs were yellow,
Mailboxes green, and the rest
Of life black and white
I don’t read papers
Just pick them up to see if
The cat’s underneath
Why is it true that
Interesting people have
Such boring pastimes?
I go to Starbucks
And I’m the only man there
Wearing a brown suit
I debauch myself
Gin and really smutty books
Make me lick your boots.
Lick boots? Why, Og, why?
They step in things too vile.
Give me pie instead.
No that’s not my thing
I prefer to lick nicer things
Like nasty hot stuff
Perforated eye
Look out upon peppercorn
Burn the retina.
So we meet again
Haiku thread consumes my mind
I knew you’d be back.
Hi, Ku. How are you?
Fine you say? Well, Ku, me too.
Bye, Ku. Take care, now.
High Ku shuffles by.
Nodding and smiling. No coat,
No shoes, in the rain.
Oh, Ku. You have no clue
How I love you, Ku. See me?
Over here? I sigh, Ku.
Enough of high Ku,
Enough of unloving Ku.
I have work to do!
Laminated gods
Outreaching into my soul
I dare not resist.
I go away for
a few weeks, and this thread gets
even weirder - wow!
I breathe the fire
Around here Mr. Dragon
So fuck off now, ok?
Crikeys! You people!
I’m haiku overloaded!
Please, just shoot me now.
No guns are allowed
Haiku is it’s own release
Surrender to it.
Surrender my ass!
Death would be a victory.
Get me outta here!