AN UNTITLED SOMETHIN' OR OTHER ABOUT NOT WANTIN' TO

i don't wanna do this
i don't wanna do that
i don't wanna pay for insurance
i don't wanna drive a car
i don't wanna watch the news
i don't wanna wash the dishes
i don't wanna be a "target audience"
i don't wanna eat broccoli
i don't wanna supersize that
i don't wanna go to the doctor
i don't wanna vote
i don't wanna work a full time job
i don't wanna listen to the radio
i don't wanna walk around with you
i don't wanna go down to the basement
i don't wanna do this
i don't wanna do that

a stoopy shits

see, when you

hate

the truth is realized

in accurate measurements,

dissected in fine lines,

indubitably.

I liked that

then,

no errors

but now i like it kinda blurry.

if there were thirteen more syllables,

all this crap could be four haiku.

and the last line would be this.

exactly one untitled haiku & a photograph.

BIF BAM POW BITCHES
ALL UP IN YR GRILL & SHIT
HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW?

2 haiku for vic.

DARLING I LOVE YOU
BUT GIVE ME PARK AVENUE
I'M ZSA ZSA GABOR

***

NEW YORK IS WHERE I'D
RATHER STAY, GET ALLERGIC
SMELLING HAY - zsa zsa

***

[remember when i went & pulled the punchline to a joke off of my book shelf?.....well.....vic does]

a short one from ze fake dada.

it took about
30 seconds
for my eyes
to adjust
to the darkness

but when they did

man, it was
worth it

untitled short piece.

that shit
was so bad,
that the protesters
had protesters

BRAIN DAMAGED HAIKU.

i drank the kool aid
either trippin' or dyin'
jim jones acid test

another untitled nothin'.

i laid down
in the shower
like a murder victim
with john coltrane's
"sun ship"
acting as my
soundtrack

Yup

takin' me a trip

tomorry 'bout 6 o'clock

see you sumbitches...

don't pay to get 'em on the same haiku..

female underwear-
fantastical umbrella...

makes fer a nice hat.