Halloween Day Haiku

Put on big black boots,

Wear a sheet, step on pumpkins.

Ruin Halloween.

Halloween Day Haiku

All the kids gather.
The Blumpkin carving contest.
Winner keeps their head.

Halloween Day Haiku

Spooks spook out tonight.
Look behind you. What 'you see?
ghosts, ghosts, Ghosts, GHOSTS, GHOSTS!!!!!!!

Live

Rivers ran high on the first day.
On the second day, the moon fell.
The third day saw blood red rain.
Blue stars illuminated day four.
On the fifth day, we forgot to wake up.
The sixth day never came.

Birth of the Noble Fishes

crawling crawlers

wobble-feeted stumbler

stable, sometimes, stable

easy does it does it better

now we're shaking hands

newly brethren, still new

my lips are yours

my tongue speaks in

shallow tides, which

will give way to

booming swells.

swim with me, in a way

I will garble the easier forms

but yes,

we are the noble fishes,

and I am trying.

Dark Blue

Falling

Loosely

Unattached

Translucent

Entity

Deep

Cavernous

Blackness

Breathing

Living

Silent

Death

The Greater Beast

Windswept playground - bones protrude
from every nook and granny.
Wolfmen prowl fruitlessly. Howls abound.
Too many bones here, not enough pickin's.
The greater beast has been here.

Dusktime Aqueduct- bloodstuff dribbles
down the hills to Caesar's Rome.
Wolfmen prowl fruitlessly. Howls abound.
The greater beast has been here.

What's that?
You've never heard of the greater beast?
Once aman, now anot.
Once notabeast, now is.
Once afriend, now anot
Look behind you. What do you see?
You see the greater beast, don't you?
You've been eaten now, haven't you?

Magi

Three men raised me.
Three men amazed me.
Three men praised me.
Three men glazed me.
Then three men braised me.

ManOne, a mechanician.
ManTwo, a magician.
ManThree, a ghostly apparition.
And me, an academician.

Forgetting

It's far too late,

To leave our miseries behind,

To carve our troubles into trees,

To make permanent

Our best intentions,

And worst.

It's far too late.

Even for forgetting.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 13

You think you're so damn
phisticated , but you're not.
You're just an asshole

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 13

Midtown Manhattan.

Three nude men tied to a car.

Another nude night.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 13

Violent reckless hits.
Watch as young Johnny boy splits
Ma's skull wide open.

Oh What Beasts, And Nightly

There’s a beast in my closet.

There’s a beast on my shelf.

There’s a beast wolfing string cheese

And I can’t help myself.

There’s a wolf with a halo,

Playing lute with the band.

There’s a cat in the attic

Drinking liquor with the man.

There’s salad-tossing monster,

There’s a blacksmith smelting shoes,

There’s a longsleeve in the gutter

And it’s melting into glue.

There’s a beast spinning silk,

There’s a beast painting brains,

There’s a beast cleaning cupboards,

And he’s taking great pains,

Not to go outside the lines,

Not to tangle up the vines,

Not to spill the candelabra,

Cause he got drunk on the wine.

What a terrible bewilderment.

The beast is glowing white,

What a horrible unhappiness,

This never-ending night.

I said that I can’t help myself,

I can’t get out of bed,

But what I haven’t said

Is that the beasts are in my head.

Brothers!

Brothers! Sisters!
Men of night! Those of you
who have come here today
know...
Of the wretched tragedies that have borne to us sons.
The knights of your,
of long ago once spoke of times.
longgonelongpassedandlongeventfullycomingevernearereverclearerneverlongjohning
tojointheranksofthosewhowalkthestreetsofthecityandtalklikethey'retheshitbuthey're
just shit.
Brother! Sister!
Tonight, we fuck up the King's Topiary Garden!
Tomorrow, we fuck up the King's private Burger King!
And the night after, we take over our world!

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 12

Bearded grunts roam town.
Still nobody wants them here.
Time to kill some grunts.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 12

Two kind gentlemen

Joked with their best friend ever

With questions of dick.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 12

Two rude gentlemen
accosted a good lady
with questions of dick.

The Sly Dog

The Richness!
Oh the Richness!
It surrounds us
With abounding mystery,
And romance.

It swallows the fear,
It quells the tear,
It kills the demons,
The hounds and the deer.

If there ever was a place,
Where I would have to stay..
Wrapped up in my mortal coil,
Not shuffling,
But staying put,
In a metaphysical sense,
It would be in the thick
Of that amazing grace,
That willowed woberbottom,
The swampy lagoon of
High times and low,
Soft,
Sweet,
Melodies.

Oh good Lord,
Fly me there,

Quick.

Now.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 11

Well I killed again.
The Doggies barked pretty loud,
But I killed again.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 11

Silas raked oak leaves.

Silence crept up behind him?

Just me in a mask.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 11

No handed Timmy,
I'm sorry I ate your hand.
Pa made me do it.

In the Bookhouse Now

Books upon books
upon books upon books on
books that are on
books
on bookes...

Warden makes the walks
Us prisners don't do talks.
We can't. Warden stole
our mouths when we came here
with some sort of spell...

The stenching of rotten tomes and woodden houseframes;
the stenching of freshly tomes and wodden houseframes;
the stenching of lacerated paperwhipped skins.
The moans, O' the moans! of us!
Imprisoned
here for
57 consecutive life sentences...
O' woe! O. Henry! O' terror! O'Neil!

Atlas Hugged

I held the world betweenst my fingertips,
and for a moment
I contemplated
squashing it.

On Grand Street I stood.
Those passing by didn't see
that I had the whole world
in my grabbers.
Had they known,
I'm sure they would have respected me;
talked to me; thrown me bits
of bread;
acknowledged my existence.

Looking down on the world in my hands,
upon Grand Street I saw myself, holding
the world betweenst my fingertips.
Other-me was hurrayed, lauded
for his feat.
Acknowledged...

I held the world betweenst my fingertips,
and for a moment
I squashed it.

Hey!

Hey!
You!
Night!

Hard Work

My doorstep led me to a waterfall

Of bright and triumphant sound

That laughed and tumbled all the way

To a bridge I think I remember from my childhood

It might be a bridge from another time

I’ve seen a lot of bridges

And crossed a lot less

I’ve never laughed memorably

But that’s normal I think we all can

Rationalize

Driving is like walking towards the

Warmly lit window on the

fourth floor

And imagining you’ll never get there

And if you imagine hard enough

You’ll just keep walking in the same place

And never get any farther or closer

And it’s all

Like driving

Davis Beauchamp Thinks For Miles

Let me go

And I'll silence my deadening revelers.

I'll answer the farthest questions and

I'll compose an oath to any Being

- however grotesque -

your massings desire.

Let me sleep

And I'll say no further word.

You payed me with ephemeral diamonds,

You corrupted my soul with love

- in Ephemeris Time -

deceiving and receiving my universal reaches.

The last spirit-driven train is due at 9.

I'll wait a mile.

Let me catch it,

and I'll never-even-almost reveal

the innermost stirrings

of our unhinged minds

in this universe

of shadowy obscurities.

One Powerful Bitch

Honey said I didn't have no money,
Honey I said now this just ain't funny,
You know I like my women strong,
You know they got it going on
I know what you know she say she know
She wanna know what you know I know you
Know
You know?
Honey's got it going on,
And allll that.
And more.
But this honey,
Well this honey is
One powerful bitch.

The Caretaker's Volume

Lifted spirits,

Soul spurts,

Transcendental longings of the third kind.

The fifth dimension of order

Of quasi-impulse radiation

Satisfaction.

Cooky birds want the cracker

But she doesn’t want it.

Twomes of gutterhalls dance in my

Elysian vision.

That’s because we left our word hordes

In the alps.

The clean, clean,

Elysial,

Transcendental,

Pure,

Clean,

Alps.