Cherry blossom time
thirty stories in the air
delicious people

Melted trains and tracks
resembling grilled cheese dribbling
down leathery hide

Steel Lego towers
tingling anticipation
tasty high tension

Slobbering Morons;
Imbecilic Outliers;
Republicans All

Whiskey cask sits on floor
cask grows lighter
eyes focus no more

Tokyo burns bright
fault lines gaping asunder
So much still to do

Footstep earthquakes are
Walking toward Tokyo
Charting his progress

Voracious hunger
Reptilian inclination
Cold Kirin on tap

Green is the color of my true love's hair,
Emerald green to match her skin.
Blue are her teeth and red her eyes,
Gray is the blood that gurgles within,
As the world on its axis
and my true love on her toes
Do spin

Resistance is futile.
Your fate is concrete.
Just like Jimmy Hoffa

There is no hope here
no one gets out alive
straight, bisexual, or queer
all must perform the dirt dive

We apparently come from nothing
and make ourselves up
as we go along    sauntering
through the tulips    draining the cup

If there is meaning here
which is far from certain
it lasts only as long as we're
on the live side of the curtain

So,

Remembered for a thousand  years
or in the oubliette next Tuesday
ask Alexander if he really cares
ask Milton"What do the snake say?"

Godzilla still lives
Deep in our bent fantasies
AND we dare not smile

This has had a fairly interesting existence.  It started on Godzilla Haiku.  It has now been picked up on Sadanduseless.com.  At any rate, I wrote this and now it is home.

There are those who laugh
Because they have not yet heard the terrible news
and
there are those who laugh because they have
All who enter the world, between our mothers' legs
or
McDuffed into an obstetrician's hands
are fated to leave it in a box
or perhaps
in a puff of smoke
we hold these truths to be self-evident,so,
off to work or, off to party, no great difference.
So, you go to work, I'm headed for the bar