happy halloween

spooky times are here
have fun trick or treating, but
watch out for the dead

frankenstein's dancing
clomping boots are fun to watch
but don't get him mad

don't pinch a witch wart
the oozing poison will kill
but makes a good punch

ghosts like popcorn balls
but it gets stuck in their teeth
causing them to moan

watch out, there's a bat!
friendly though, not dracula
he likes candy corn

inspired by consumating

it's five feet away
lightening striking a tree
crushing my dog house

gray clouds rolling by
thunder claps sound like whispers
the rain mere droplets

counting syllables
seventeen, not five eight five
short but not easy

adored, not hated
she's only for the nice boys
and the handsized pets

not enough here for her
she seeks much deeper meanings
in the life around

wants to do big things
not in old office buildings
but in her own room

closing the blinds now
hoping to recover some-
how it might make sense

sidewalks a daily
distraction to the lost soul
who lost her penny

nude is beautiful
not afraid of baring all
in the name of art

lick her salty cheeks
she cries for raspberry jam
crushed fruit; just too much

outside there is blue
soft waves covering sand feet
lick her salty toes

she suffers collapse
heartbreaks, failing grades at once
stepping for the edge

slip open her legs
force yourself deep inside her
until she screams stop

I, the kinky nurse
You, the impatient patient
Meds, a good fucking

slipping your fingers
deeper inside me till it's
just you and not me

you offer spankings
for bad deeds and worse
for the good in me

you whisper dirty
licking my neck as hello
i can't answer back

i will not take no's
only yes's between breaths
sweat on your bare back

typing empty words
the game over guitar fuzz
she's not the winner

don't need rock and roll
she's into cool jazz and blues
tapping her red shoes

she's spent: creating
fingers are calloused and sore
she will do no more

twenty five percent
chance of snow flurries in june
crossing my fingers

wait for rainy days
for sweaters and galoshes
bring the umbrella

mud on your rain boots
tracking tiny prints around
the kitchen tile

wait for the winter
mittens, scarves and red noses
snow under the foot

cardboard box mansion
home to the starving artist
midwest location

choose your own ending

dancing gorilla
plastic nose rings and jumpsuits

did it for the cash

misunderstood art

fed on burritos

misunderstood monk

it's a lost art form

did it for himself

for cellophane01

do not hide the match
convince friends that it was you
that blew up the lab

stuck here in texas
stay cool with electric fans
melt eggs on asphalt

written for ackeber's livejournal

her name: diana
loves: samosas and green tea
lives to write white lies

smudged black mascara
she'll never be a rock star
but she'll look like one

not just a plain girl
lives through fairy tales and clouds
but is no princess

tug her hair gently
hand under skirt in public
she moans silently

drugs, sex, rock and roll
pumping adrenaline rush
dead at twenty four?

summer afternoons
under the umbrella tree
lies, whispers and truths

i never said play
fast forward over the past
always the red square

underneath green trees
lives a dreamy world of gnomes
that will bite your toes

originally posted on 575 Mile.

these were all written the fall semester of 2003 while in my junior year at emerson college. some of them have a theme (mostly sex) and some are addressed to other members of the community. i hope you enjoy them.


this will make sense later. start reading!

is that your shadow
or a rough charcoal outline
either way, you're art

if someone asked me
about new trends for O four
i'd say spurs are in

she said, "i'll wed him."
pointing at glossy rock stars
older than her dad

she said to him once,
"honey, please pass the ketchup"
she fell, knife in eye

just ink and typed text
keep me company right now
lonely companions

when the skies are green
one is weary of the sea
man thrown overboard

this is such hassle
who likes who is such a game
tell me the answers

just a morning fog
rolling along too slowly
blocking my good view

a long time coming
inevitable return
will others join me

i'll miss the skyline
city lights keeping me safe
never lonely here

utterly alone
black lace lingerie, the cure
goth porno movie

what i think is fun
other people do not get
but no complaints here

alone hanging out
six people drinking cheap beer
call it a party

hard time for the nip
stuck here in the rice paddy
no kama sutra

some people should die
writing bad haiku is not
accepted right here

ode to justiny:
on the up escalator
but "she's" on the down

ode to damien:
please step out of the station
life is passing by

ode to sabrina:
idolizes marilyn
should be vice versa

ode to the fader:
do you use your umbrella
to avoid cancer

janice homemade stew
can beat any soup kitchen
better than campbell's

ode to justiny:
he is a post-grunge rebel
looking for freckles

ode to barrios:
one day your robot body
will disintegrate

identical twins
one person split into two
patty duke complex

there is just one rule
do not talk about fight club
do not forget it

my leg is shaking
with sexual frustration
spring feelings in fall

thinking with passion
about hip bones and blue eyes
frustration in class

two yawns in a row
waiting for an itchy palm
yawns bring no money

i'm writing haikus
ignoring class presentations
trying to stay zen

explosion of sorts
metal and glassy sparks float
shrapnel in the eye

protagonist girl
wants to have sex with old men
they all reject her

what is that black speck
a fly in my cereal
eat it anyway

her hand moves across
paper, swift, like small ripples
in a man-made lake

pinching her eyes shut
her mouth is a rounded O
red marks down his back

taste salt on his neck
human magarita glass
you are my liquor

tripping down the stairs
she can't hear what's behind her
then bloody footprints

self destruction force
looking for a new outlet
but that socket shocks

there is just one clue
conservatory, Green, wrench
incorrect answer

into my airspace
stealing all the oxygen
suffocation blues

tell secrets to foes
pull them in closer with lies
the dirty bastards

no holes in my chucks
just lonely grey shoelaces
Disintegrated

live in the eighties
with cusack and miss ringwald
Cure in the background

at the post office
a girl cuts in front of me
shoot her with my gun

saturdays for me
watch the world through my window
there is nothing real

staring in the mirror
she can't recognize herself
life of the undead

dude, i love the cock
for breakfast, lunch and dinner
next job as fluffer

single and happy
loving yourself not a crime
i would date myself

J, i like the boys
i don't like the poontang, dear
try again next week

one-eyed one-horned fly
-ing purple people eater
doogie howser ruled

she sleeps in the park
under the stars on the bench
her breath like liquor

stubbed my toe today
on the corner of my desk
my slave kissed it well

hero of the day
rescues kids from broccoli
what horrid green plants

knee deep in pussy
though not of strippers and sluts
it's only midgets

on and on and on
then the long musical part
built to spill is great

sometimes i stab things
to show people i'm the boss
like tony danza

roastaroma tea
it's for the coffee lover
but it's caffeine free


cereal with soy
milk is not tasty at all
try some whole milk please

he lacks fashion sense
that yellow caped demon boy
ate the Monkey King

he swings from the trees
on the search for spelling bees
look out, Monkey King

Janice, this is fun
but i thought this was a war
i guess i was wrong

she spoke in latin
but this was not early rome
i shrugged my shoulders

dreaming of zombies
thanks for not eating my brain
that tap dance was great

you're right i'm jealous
trading in brown eyes for green
they match my scarf now

resist temptation
by focusing on mix tapes
not on your blue eyes

helpless in kitchens
i have boys cook for me now
repay them with sex

originally posted on livejournal's horror haiku community.

pet semetary

the cat disappears
dad saves the day; pet graveyard
cat comes home evil

little boy wanders
in front of a speeding truck
put him in the ground

when the boy returns
threatens everyone with knives
ends in bloody mess

cujo

trapped in their small car
the blonde boy dying of thirst
mom beats doggy ass

Rosemary's Baby/General Horror/Troll

the devil's baby
hallucinations; bare breasts
this is a classic
___________________

always the girl trips
flash to a chainsaw killer
she will meet her end
___________________

don't go down the stairs
magic ring, possessed a girl
turns into a troll

unlikely hero
nice witch helps Harry Potter
battling a midget

.../Session 9

a school janitor
eats bullies for the nice kids
pounces from air vents
__________________

empty loony bin
makes everyone go crazy
stab eyes with ice picks

IT!

walk past a sewer
paper boat saved by a clown
why was he down there?

for ed:

her name is molly
porcelain skin and freckles
her hobby: dirt bikes

danger to science
beady eyed clawed hands set fires
to their metal cage

the end of July
one less summer day right here
watching the clouds swim

faintly feel sinking
sand collecting in small pools
around her ankles

turn tricks for the dough
play Mommy to lost white men
go home to watch soaps

tiny drops of dew
mist across a young boy's face
mingle with his tears

soft under my shoe
small snail shells and hermit crabs
don't you feel guilty?

electronic fan
throws numbered pages across
the old leather chair

build nothing sometimes
legos scattered on the floor
wind blows from window

shadows cross the room
dancing with satin curtains
lost in velvet chairs

buckle shoes and skirts
down at the bowling alley
sipping orange crush

remember summer
full of diving boards and boys
and my bloody nose

the traffic light blinks
slow and steady wins the race
it never goes green

it never stops here
a crowded bench with no bus
roads are always dead

missing the twenties
bootleg whiskey and top hats
seamed stockings with heels

seeing in colors
bright yellows, reds and blue-greens
missing black and white

bitter strawberry
seeds caught in lower molars
cheeks flushed, lips stained pink

everyone here sucks
we are stuck playing phone tag
as the band plays on

everything here sucks
hide in empty bomb shelters
final explosion

eyes behind sequins
taffeta gowns and high heels
ragtime piano

they are going down
like a capsized naval fleet
to a water grave

covered by red scars
hidden under long sleeve shirts
and piles of dirt

written 7/1/04

she fell behind stars
legs and arms flailing in space
drawn by gravity

written 7/1/04

lost souls and sinners
texas is a murderer
split my heart in two

let's form a rock band
defend the world from boredom
sex, drugs and candy

punch me in the face
cocktail splash, kick to the groin
she goes down down down

there are things unsaid
understood with small gestures
and unwritten words

prescription cowbell
jangly toe tapping music
forget the drum kit

sadomasochist
lick the scars and draw the blood
draining plump veins dry

just a small swift kick
to his water bottle there
drenching his notebook

hiding in the sand
head down and feathers ruffled
the bird a coward

she dances lonely
gliding across checkered floors
never left alone

two new DJ girls
give music to empty ears
intelligent rock

electronic children
rusty gears but polished chrome
bongos and cymbals

harold broke his wing
playing air guitar at shows
he is one lame duck

talking with your cat
will slowly drive you insane
baby talk nonsense

he dropped the glam rock
said goodbye to the glitter
and picked up leather

she invented punk
with just a chemistry kit
and broken guitars

she likes it subtle
the paint smudge in the background
it stands out to her

polaroid pictures
capture fast paced second scenes
please do not shake it

never good at math
one plus one never met two
just zeroes and ones

satan's pajamas:
hot peppers or swastikas
fuzzy skull slippers

leg shaking disease
caused by over excitement
from your pretty face

for dave:

apostrophe boy
coat of grammatical errors
hide a good writer

for shane:

finger icicles
one more tap on the keyboard
he'll have hooks for hands

nintendo game skills
may one day win me a boy
happy now with Toad

too good to be true
similarities a ploy
to get me in bed

look, there's jetpack dog
legless hero saves the day
reward him with bones

she spoke in riddles
taking pride in confusing
the opposite sex

she spoke in street signs
wearing red like a warning
green like go ahead

inspired by todd:

put down the cutlass
eyepatches, fly swatter swords
backyard pirating

watch out Jack Sparrow
he is looking for a crew
not a new captain

map out the island
plunder, sail, drink rum, treasure
all in a day's work

note to self: don't jump
to conclusions on that kid
jew fros are in now

note to self: don't judge
people based on rotting flesh
zombies can be friends

note to self: don't die
there are plenty of rock stars
left to decieve you

note to self: haiku
is a dangerous hobby
think in syllables

note to self: don't lie
unless it gets you free stuff
in your small mail box

bus stop rocketeer
lost amongst the exhaust fumes
you deserve it all

she hides in circles
of cat whiskers and silk scarves
waiting for your hand

imaginary
there is no ideal right here
please turn the page quick

she sold herself short
worth more than one gold doubloon
she sails full time now

i am in hiding
an experiment gone wrong
the game just begun

sometimes i yoohoo
chocolate drink of genius
watch out there Einstein

you have quite a view
why are you sleeping to death?
you'll miss everything

it's not what you say
that smile is just enough
the ending is sweet

my hand down your pants
dark in the movie theater
no one notices

whisper my name loud
echo remains forever
of that one night stand

bleeding ink on wrists
remember me tomorrow
just seven numbers

better make this good
the first impression tells all
nice socks, you are in

the sarcasm queen
has lost her sense of humor
in your pink sofa

minty green vespa
taunting me on boylston
just one ride will do

is there a doctor
that can help with a heartache
tears on the carpet

when you are with me
please watch your back at all times
ninja life is hard

dear anime girl
you frighten me with green eyes
and that nice blonde wig

there you are in stripes
i can't help myself with wrists
like that in my view

i forgot your lips
but i never knew them well
only in my dreams

is that your shadow
or a rough charcoal outline
either way, you're art

MBTA haiku:

sitting together
legs lightly brushing, too close
dare to move an inch

he smells like liquor
he hides his face and vomits
slides under our feet

like Will Wonka's gold
the token will set you free
no oompa loompas

last stop Wonderland
don't follow the white rabbit
no mad tea parties

fascinating ads
pomegranate juice, health pills
never learn a thing

grow up, be a tree
wide trunk, green medusa hair
there so much better

pins and the needles
not expecting reaction
the blood excites me

the white duck supreme
ruler of the brown mallard
no competition

adding our numbers
we would end up a fraction
a line divides us

give him back his arm
can't fear an unarmed old man
please unlock the box

kitchen table fuck
porcelain skin, checkered cloth
i can see your breath

shopping cart races
we lose against old hondas
blame on rusted wheels

still looking to fill
that empty space by my side
with green aliens

shopping cart races
playing dead in parking lots
grocery store games

i can't figure out
conversation we didn't hold
did it mean a thing

i got a new cat
with the puma things are free
it's just like heaven

suck the novacaine
from swollen cheeks, dentist rape
fuck dental hygiene

i get lonely here
i would rather spend days,nights
inside your closet

i can't sleep alone
your fingers around my waist
but there's no one there

i'm outside your house
throwing rocks at closed windows
broken glass. no lights.

i'll call you milkweed
nothing sweet. no offense, dear.
brush hair from your eyes

sometimes when you call
i breath heavy in the phone
"luke, i'm your father."

[We hope that you choke]
your absense of words cause rage
i am not happy

a rusted pillow
she's not scared of tetanus
two can fight disease

for ian:
a genius, you say
i am not sure about that
he drinks his own pee

the profile haiku
you were never good enough
for ian alpha

beat you at knife fights
take you on with my bare hands
i'm fueled by ketchup

i get lonely here
i would rather spend days,nights
inside your closet

for tim:
poptarts are yummy
not like cardboard iced centers
a toaster's best friend

not available
but you can knock if you care
i'll let you inside

mouthing sweet whispers
gummi bear dreams and jello
thoughts consumed of you

once there is a truth
will you still hold my hand tight?
senseless provoking

out of the bubble
discovering what is there
content seeks simple

scratching skin below
unearthing all that is true
truth is the appeal

arms held the glue there
fictionalized daydream hearts
it's all real now, right?

CD skips again
repeating the fiasco
do you still care now?

vanilla coke can
bubbles fizz and i feel calm
waiting for you here

blood drops from split lips
a puddle unforgiven
will i ever know?

intimidation
i do not fear what i see
let's make out real soon

congratulations
you are off the herion
too bad you are dead

a cup of earl grey
two lumps of sugar, no milk
the biscuits are stale

for barrios:
ninjas included
in films, cartoons, cereal
make everything good

i am not famous
my finger tips aren't calloused
a bleak destiny

just a small gesture
like the faded images
in the liner notes

underneath green trees
lives a dreamy world of gnomes
that will bite your toes

she's awake at night
typing letters and haikus
but words decieve her

she lives in colours
obscured by sunny todays
but gone tomorrow

eyelash on her cheek
sometimes just a small gesture
cigarette glowing

if we runaway
escaping your fantasy
don't forget the cat

car window is jammed
the oxygen level low
you are still smiling

the big dipper, gone
stolen out of the night sky
i would blame the moon

i'd rather not say
keep you guessing the answer
read between the lines

behind my closed lips
i say your name in my head
waiting for hellos

i cover your mouth
shush whispers, kisses, tongue, teeth
feeling for the gun

i never say hi
just empty kisses on lips
then i go on home

fuckin' A, says i
i hope your eyes rot away
and you get the plague

ridiculous time
self doubting insomniac
i wish i was blind

for sabrina:
marilyn monroe
heavy mascara faded
rouge on the pillow

for Janice:
longing for poets
cigarette resting on lips
she looks faraway

i can't find my heart
hidden beneath crushed crayons
cardboard box ruined

invisible plane
i'm flagging it down to land
please pick me up soon

i kiss your ashes
dusty words and a farewell
black soot for lipstick

never trust a man
with a white beard and big tum
razors in the toys

never trust a man
with a mustache and mullet
rapes you with nunchakus

never trust a man
with a polka dot hanky
no cat in his pants

my trigger finger
draws on an empty holster
your fingers should be there

cry yourself to sleep
it's raining outside again
thinking about you

Living fairytale
Only friends with unicorns
Still looking for prince