The point of Haiku
Is to twist poetry's arms
And snap them like twigs

To watch their faces change
From horror to still frame
The eggman never had the guts
But I am the Walrus
And I ate all the baby seals

Who are you?
She asked with a flirting smile
And I said I am your ghost
I am all you want to forget
And I won't let you do that

An observer is anyone
That can watch frogs
In their natural habitat
But the greatest poets picked them
Out of the water and squeezed

Someone once said to me
Pain is reality
But reality is not just pain
Because if it is
We'd all be full of shotgun holes

Insomnia is just loneliness
Reaching out across the room
To hold any ghosts that might be lingering
And the ever extending arm
Never gets closer to anything

There is a point in everyone's lives
Where they wake up screaming
To discover they haven't been sleeping
And then they go to sleep
And can't wake up

God's humor is a punchline
Of straight faced barbarians
In the shapes of a funnel cloud
That coughs up battle hymns
Like pieces of tuberculosis

Love is chemical reactions
That bounce off the walls of your brain
Like children playing pong
That will lose their virginity to each other
He died when she left

Women are works of art
That are made of the bruises of an apple
And the sweet parts are cut out
Like the passages in the Bible
That the priest won't read on Sundays

Who's afraid of Charlie Darwin?
Was on the sidewalk in chalk
And every pedestrian walked by
And walked into a war zone
While a mutt licked the words disappeared

We're not in wonderland anymore and the sneer on his face
Is like wide open church doors and the glossolalia is harsh
And it echoes and it slides out the side of his mouth
In wretched and rotten force that molds his grinding teeth
Into a hum like an out of tune ***** and then he raises
The world to his lips and kisses it and blows it gently out
Where the dandelion seedlings end up falling like arrows
In the passing rain and each drop reminds me of
The fifty million people crushed between the ocean and the sky
Its all mine he mutters and his eyes ***** up coagulated hell
All over a dark suit that still has the remnants of a price tag

I pinned your poem upon my bedroom wall
I only read the words you scratched out
Because those are the only times you were honest with me
And the rest are empty shells of what you never meant to say

I've always wanted to fall in love with a satis
I'd set her high on a Trojan horse
And maybe the ranger ain't the death toll
He's off whistling a tune that sounds a little like silver bells

It's never my own words that I get caught up in
And like Brackett said it's the little things
But it's never come 'round right
But I'll be laced through your fingers in any time

I'm sizing up a rope and a steady beam
To put myself between the bullets of reality and dreams
Where the archer's pulling broadheads out of a scorpion's side
And the sheperd's purse smells just like a flatline

You used to hold your hands over your ears
So I whispered my devotion into your confusion
When I laid my head down on your *******
That's the first time I've ever heard my heart beat

And every time I look in backward angles
Your face bleeds into the corner of my eyes
And if worlds apart should be the death of Casanova
Then I'll go down with the ship whistling the color of your hair

I found my way through postcards to a dead end avenue
It reminded me why I left this place and I knew just what to do
So I jumped inside a space suit and sank into your soul
Now it's hard to hold a smile when it's always so ******* cold

I came across a crucifixion and my teeth started to fall out
I tried to ask for forgiveness but I was too late 'cos what I said was mumbled out
And my nerves started crawling like worms out of my mouth
Those coffee colored cowards curled into musical rounds

And tell me if you've heard this one...where the three blind mice eat other?
And the thirteenth fairy was Jack Kevorkian and did that sleeping girl a favor
Then in the courtyard I found Jesus hooked up to a morphine drip
I asked him about the human race he said "I couldn't give a ****"

So I walked into the jungle that was tangled like your hair
I've been down to this dead end before and I really couldn't care
That I was walking back through postcards that were naked in my dreams
We're just like fish without fins trying to swim up a dried up stream