who's after more than booty:
zombies dig brains too.
...antigravity. Well shit--
that's disappointing.
unpoetic equations--
freaking syllables.
of those breathless, scorching days;
cicada summers.
choked with silent minnows;
too shallow for whales.
glaring red--cacophony;
this is the world's end.
fleeting life, death. Life--fleeting
nature: cyclical.
Why not die full and happy?"
Ninety--going strong.
allow me the peace of death
among the forests.
restless sleep--all the horrors
they must watch over.
lips--tongue like creeping ivy,
inescapable.
we will drive far from here, love,
chasing the summer.
full of precarious dreams
yet never stumbling.
there was love and loss and pain--
happiness pulled through.
and voice of October rains.
she fell with winter.
your own hand? ah, decisions--
thank mor(t)ality.
nightshade wings and starlight eyes.
sunsets surrender.
i run for the hills--offspring
are not in my cards.
we bleed together--souls and
possibilities.
there's a word that bothers me.
how do i pronounce?
the storm--i will catch you words
fit to mount on cards.
croon tales of freedom and hope--
just put on the leash.
the truth is: the lack of life
is most heartwrenching.
but the winds are more clever.
slow decay, and sand.
there's suffering still, but here,
here, i am quite safe.
blue crush eyes and cherry lips--
ocular sweet tooth
cloth flowers won't decay, and
don't need compassion.
and leather--mechanics' shops:
fuel for racecar dreams.
has Broadway dreams--just some jazz
and moth-proof spotlight.
the sea rages, but the fleet
is on its way home.
so ditch umbrellas. enjoy
the cool purity.
eliciting frantic squeals--
what an ego trip!
dance: fluidity and poise--
wetscaled acrobats.
oh, what the hell--you have teeth.
that's terrifying.
one about megaphones--" Yoink.
No mercy for puns.
twelve-year-olds. Some people should
just turn off their mics.
are city beautiful--sharp
eyes and sharper tongue.
hunched in the bathroom, vowing:
no more tequila.
Winter's coming... no, keep it--
mustard's your color.
foundations anchor,
but the columns bear the weight.
my spine is fragile.
shortbread. and no--he does not
care for puns, thank you.
with a life in reverse--death
in cradle, not hearse.
lands--my heart bared [for a ghost].
where is my ending?
lyrics called out to me: Muse.
am now fangirling.
forgive the haiku-crazed dork
that forum-flooded.
nothing to brag about when
crash-testing Kevlar.
rakish corset, Miss Mouse puts
the 'rat' in 'pirate.'
Saturday morning. what sun?
i've slept through earthquakes.
blood and guts? no problem. just
ditch the damn mirrors.
don't mind the late-night noises--
just... vermin control.
before your eyes. fret not: it's
only just begun.
i wander in squares because
fun's 'round the corner.
nature pats you on the head;
she's used to tantrums.
the scalp of a man with big
things to think about.
of my baking issues, yeah?
i'm taking lessons!
break the rules,' but she never
outlawed bending them.
i am no blazing phoenix.
the wind's against me.
thrumming with the lack of you.
where'd you take my heart?
cedes to disappointment--just
a big ball of air.
dewdrops shine amongst the grass;
the Moth Ball begins.
someday seas will overflow--
freedom will follow.
antlered skull rests quietly
on the riverbank.
they whisper and promise warmth--
hungry firegirls.



























I love writing haiku's, so you, me and *intricately-ordinary will keep it going FOREVER.
FOREVERRRRRRR.
Life in more Beautiful Ways
than I ever could
{I suck, but even your "worst" (for lack of a better term) Haikus up there far outclass anything I'm capable of}
As I've stated previously, My best work was a lame limerick about Lime Jell-O