Hurricane Rita
I'm gonna slap you around
You destructive bitch

Hey there professor
Will you put me down again?
salty tears taste great

Oh tortuous job
You drive the edge deeper still
I yearn for freedom

O fickle women
now from predator to prey
you have transformed me

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cruising slowly by
circling the park watched by
joggers in nylon

bass rattles the trunk
i lean across for best sound
stereo fills sky

hard bodies swoon when
glitter blue car paint sparkles
yeah i own this town

Holy crap not per correll, that's really good!

a good office joke
eat lunch in a bathroom stall
on a T.V. tray

hey there pretty girl
are you fine with me staring
at your exposed thong?

I've got a feeling
we'll be much better off when
democrats control

parking schemes all day
thinking I will see her soon
why am i so tense?

a witch on a broom
could never scare me as much
as seeing Bush nude

dammson, you are tense
because you are all backed up
better rub one out!

not during lunch break
i'll just smoke three cigarettes
after a taco

Ur-sprawl city blue
and red lights do not confuse
walking with freedom

trying to plan site
no place for the loading dock
will read archinect

MM's thong haiku is wonderful, as is the pimp-mobile one by not per

hello product rep
pretty girl that talks to me
but your tiles stink

blood-sucking leeches
have invaded my nostrils
at first it tickles

but then I'm in shock
I feel them crawling higher
I start to feel sick

they're at the door now
seeking entry to my brain
cannot hold them off

suddenly it starts
I feel a warm liquid flow
as my eyes squint shut

it passes my lips
as my tongue investigates
fears are realized

the leeches have found
an artery to call home
and I am helpless

under their control
my nervous system reacts
I am now in shock

blood pressure races
it won't be much longer now
cannot hold them off

frontal lobe cries out
I am fading, fading fast
I am, I am, dead

blood-lust, blood-letting
call it what you will my friend
some just love the taste

tonsil-hockey pro
so that's what you call yourself
on the bus to school

"What's the latest craze?"
your mom said, curious like,
as dinner was served.

"Can't really say, mom."
"But we do use clean needles,"
you said with a grin.

"Homemade tats? No!"
she screamed, slamming a plate down.
"What's wrong with you son?"

"Uh, no, that's not right,"
you said, confused as ever.
"We're shooting up crack."

might as well go for
a soda nobody hurts
and nobody cries

Interested in me?
the corner hooker cried out
I will rock your world

asleep on the couch
whisky bottles on the floor
drink the pain away

sharpen your claws cat
we're sending you off to war
with the rats and mice

what's wrong everyone?
can you not keep up with me,
the haiku master?

get those pants off girl
armageddon is coming
be my final thrill

let me show you how
we will prepare our assault
like Animal House

blood-sucking zombies
at the front door, so he says
our son has nightmares

Landscaping jackass
peaking in at my wife's breasts
get back to your mulch

Thomas Tank Engine
Is the dumbest to ever
with that phallic nose

Thomas Tank Engine
Is the dumbest toy ever
with that phallic nose

got time to kill? asked
manteno montenegro
fifty more haiku...

hey! i love haiku!
you archinecters are great!
how did you guys know?

I am a machine
when it comes to dreaming up
glorious haiku

I caught Frank Gehry
in the bathroom at Chili's
lotioning his wand

Too much time to spare
Manteno Montenegro
Is his pseudonym?

Le Corbusier
loved to have his caviar
hand fed by virgins

Adios my friends
the end of the day is here
this is where I leave!

are they saddened
being strong men with money
and wishing they had their youth


i said racism
she said, "i'm not!"but i was
not talking to her


dont know how they hired
these people at such a good
place. i guess it's not.

a b c d e
f g h i j k l
m n o p q

goodbye manteno
guess archinect does not feel
like poets today

girls like my hair long
boss likes it clean-cut
mullet solution!

hey there pretty girl
why don't you lift your skirt up
show me your goodies

in walmart toy aisle
wailing boy wants wrestling doll
mama whups his ass

damn i'm fucking drunk
another beer bartender
face plant i'll sleep here

neverending work
install, nail, paint, but still my
kitchen eludes me

Conan O'Brien
has a bandaid on his chin
but he's still funny

Corn on the cob, John.
You put too damn much butter!
John drops his first COB.

Cob on the ground now
Don’t eat that dirty cob, friend
Unsanitary

will i die here, in
this studio, idea
empty, self doubt full?