Monday, March 8, 2010

Adobe

Carving out a home
In the Desert
Is like
Fornicating with a thousand suns

Whitewashed women
With weathered
Smiles soothing
For four
Hours.

No more
Can't take it.
Taj Mahal never had it so bad.
We will finish when autumn returns.

And to the desert with it's arse agape,
I bid thee farewell, and good luck...
The last storm is always the worst to bear.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Come

Come here. Stand By Me.
Hold me tight, baby, but not too tight.
Kiss me strongly, like fine whiskey.
Freeze,
just watch. Intently, eyes agape
and wrap yourself 'round me.
Statuesquely stand by my side,
and be mine forever.
Picturesque, isn't it all?
What we wrought on mankind.

Come over here, babe.
And we'll watch the world go to hell.
Together, on my balcony.

The World Kinda Blows

Say what you will; curse me
under your mustachioed pistachio breath you old git,
but the world kinda sucks.
I mean, what's so new about this New World?
It's mostly heartless I guess,
but what isn't nowadays? The North half is
pretty mean(ingless), 'Satan's abode' to use
bogus terms.
Southward it's Christland, but it's still
just as mean.
The Mysterious Orient isn't
mysterious anymore.
I'm not touching Africa.
Europe's pretty cool I guess.
Western Europe I mean. They've been doing
crazy shit to each other for a while now.
As far as I'm concerned, this is the world.
And it kinda blows.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 17

Hot dogs on the grill.
The ladies? Even hotter.
I love Groundhog's day.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 17

Strap-on Joe fucks up
His gun fires and the cows halt.
Looks like rump for lunch.

Hump Day Haiku Vol 17

Vague stench fills the air...
An evil wind is blowing...
I blame the neighbors.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Tendulkan Takes Aim

Tendulkan takes aim
At the fellows in the rear
The edwardian pillow shapes
That drab the landscape into a
State of norabarium carnage.

Rickshaws fly by his vision
The nuclear jargon
Was thrown by the wayside
And lost on these men
They only know fate.