A man walks away Freedom in his wicked heart He holds the sun’s soul Dog fur flies around Like fuzzy snow through the air Will it ever end Lights go out in here I can’t see the walls anymore Pictures loose their shape Little winter string Hold back withered wanting ways Never planning it Feel the rustling sound Manufacturing silence Wonderful time made Feel the rustling sound Manufacturing silence Terrible time made Shadows bounce up down around and away like ice Dreary little me Fingers long like toes Cold they are and touch my nose Tickling senses Living in the hole The frog never sees the sun Fortune has a price Halloween this day Demons and monsters fur fly tomorrow they die Urban man go wild Teeth they gnash tit of life It may cry in pain Falling to the dirt Sweat Swirls around into mud Pork belly Sunday Never wanted this The pain of being alone In all these endings Under the wet land The eggs fall but not to break Magnificent day We hurt all others Killing ones we dearly love Stabbing ourselves deep If I had My Way We would be like rubber bands Flung into the wind The flag is moving Wet and thrown in ridged wind It stands for the free Tremendous the love Not superficial like most Feeling like heaven Eating from the nose See the wicked little man It’s not natures way My mind is tired Like the bear before his rest Night comes, but slowly My gigantic ass Like a harvest moon rising More pumpkin pie please Another size up The darkness only shadows My embarrassment The army is here Blooming have long since fallen do not die today No one understands Carrot with a kitty head In the shaky earth I’ve eaten peanuts They taste good hot on cold days and cold on hot days I cannot get away No matter how far I go The figs give me gas The snotty man talks Sounds of mating buffalo Customers aren’t fun The tap drips again Tradition against the new Dripping in my mind Serious Haiku and then I speak of nature In this shortened form Fruit basket sitting Waiting long to be eaten Too long, for they rot I won’t cut my hair I shall stand against the wind Like a great fur tree We are nakedness Or is it we are the clothes? I just know I’m cold Force my hand today My arm just may break from it and fall to the snow I like to hide When it’s really cold outside My little man thing The time of my birth Hot chocolate flows my veins and I have to smile Eye to the open Orion stands proudly A beautiful night A great smile becomes A chicken hatched to the world It is inner peace Wednesday is boring Especially November but there is haiku Donuts in my head Chocolate covers my lips Stomach is happy It is winter time So there are no warm haiku only snowing words Nice man on the road Carrying little tadpoles He smiles in the rain My mind stops for the phone Unable to think clearly Chilling my process Darkness in the dew Bare feet freezing by the wet What a good morning Terrible Haiku That is my own specialty But I do press on The wine is bitter It has been out in the sun Growing much too old Hair sticking up high Dancing to electric noise The eighties were odd Hold onto your fist Turn your grimace into smile The way and the day Feel the toes crinkle Follow the warm stream pathway Into peaceful sleep Underwear itching It is flea season again They have made a home I open my mind I see cherry blossoms clearly in the dark Fifty is the number I win this marker this day November sixteen Smell of fresh bacon Filling my senses so deep I begin to cry It is so undone Your own personal Jesus So you touch that face Reflecting sculpture Written so to calm the mind A peaceful venture Written in purple The words of the heats demise Welcome to winter Head hits the pillow The dog snuggling in bed I eat fur in sleep I fear not for death The fear comes from loneliness When earth lands on me Japanese Kanji Puzzling natural shapes overwhelming me Little frog dancing Across the pond and away I feel almost free Some make the bullets Others they produce the guns and one finger kills * The tree now a stump A place for someone to sit A person like me What ever to do Says the squirrel to himself as the winter comes Love is a snake pit Staying together as one Weathering the storm Like a scrawny bear Nature calls me to the woods I shit in bushes Telephone ringing Shall I pick it up or not It could be Buddha Peacefulness inside When I am writing this down Though spelling is bad Clouds are black looming Mushrooms grow in darkness damp So I can also Like a furry rat I cling to the pipe of life Hoping not to drown Like a round bob-cat I could scratch if I wanted But I don’t need to Winding trail of rock Stepping stones are not so smooth Like a worried mind Fire Flies Floating Waking the autumn darkness Animals sleeping It lurks in darkness Evil troll under the bridge stomp her under foot I hold myself tight What can a man like me do? Self urination Tonight will not end It will live on forever Like a vampire Chills go up my spine Why did they set it so high Air conditioner She is four feet high All of her husbands did die Totally crazy Spring is in the air The only sound you can hear Screaming testicles Christmas time is near That’s why people are so mean It is the season I must say something It sits on my moving tongue Go eat shit and die Food calls me by name Please find me and eat me So I oblige it Frenzy of Christmas Buy more things to throw away God is closer now Love to my woman She is my truth and my song Every morning We live in this world Baking death sun plague us all Move so to survive The best part of life Waking on a spring morning Blueberry muffins Sickness in my head January attacking Bed is where I stay Two thousand and two Hopefully a year of joy A year of goodness My slippers are warm My feet still feel the blizzard I should put them on Cookware everywhere No one will buy it from me I think I might cry Her beautiful face I find myself wanting it Blissful sleeping head The demons pull hard The nether world calls in flame Bleeding in the night Dirty hands once more The time comes to plant the field Thank you for these days Blood flowing outward Salmon escaping to home The truth and the way Dirty bandages All over the cold wet ground Hope you are just fine Love for a woman One full of beauty and grace Like spring in my head