Three piles of vomit.
Look - What colour! What texture!
God's rainbow palette.

Talking to my plants
I impart worldly wisdom
They laugh in my face

Switched on / Switched off

Glazed as a doughnut...
My shamanic tendencies -
Seen as ignorance

Procrastination -
Psychological problem,
Or lazy-assed crap?

When more time has passed,
Hundreds more haiku written,
Will I regret them?

when the lights go out
no-one knows you anymore
and you know nothing

Followed, then pursued,
And finally hunted down.
A fair game I hope.

All of the world's glove...
I mean love! Although really...
We just want warm hands

A wind named Gordon
Spoke the truth though no-one heard
Quite the saddest tale

Hold up some fingers
If they're yours then you are fine
Otherwise, desist

Three paths converging -
Psycho, Homeo, Cycle.
Disorder, cure and transport.

The bigger they are
The more food they prob'ly eat
And the harder they fall

Emulator joy!
All sega megadrive games
On memory stick.

Tidied my bedroom,
But - no monster encounter,
Next, I'll try the lounge.

Cleaned out the office
Found a spider, a big one
Helped with my packing.

Alex isn't frank
About his haiku meanings
Secret lyric fix

A Knowledgeable Drink or Drinkable Knowledge

Sucking the knowledge
out of your brain, popped into
your skull, a straw vacuums

Floating in the air
Broken heart in pieces falls
Soul- your last tear drops