#Suicide

"Ballz Deep & Strange Haiku [1] Down the schnapps, third eye,cat flaps, pussy hole, fish lips,cha cha, ooo la la."

"Still Hangin' in the Child Hood [20w] You can spend an entire lifetime trying to be a child again,or never lose your childhood to begin with."

"Doublemint Gum: Double your pleasure. Double your fun... ...we're talking ménage à trois, you son of a gun."

"Finding Fault [10w] + {Couplet} We find in others faultWhenever our wounds perceives salt."

"Russian, Umerzhurnalistka Someone who too many questions for his own good. Literally, 'Dead journalist'."

"Poetry and Ostrich Feathers A poet should leave his poem covered with a faint film of fairy dust,inviting the reader to bring his faint heartand an ostrich feather duster to the reading."

"The Great Blue of the Great Blue A Great Blue whale mourns her hunted mate.Her heart, once the size of an SUV,lonely rides the empty sea,her heart's now withered to subcompact class,her whys and wherefores, run out of gas."

"One little Indian left all alone, he went out and hanged himself and then there were none."

"Committees [10w] A committee sits in a rectangle and talks in circles."

"Advice for Women at Starbucks If a vanilla latte and banana nut muffin doesn't solve the problem,perhaps you're going at it wrong."

"Coffee Wisdom New Yawk [6] You either pay me the five large nowor yoos can choosebetween the toilet plungeror the hot coffee enemaya fuckin jamook."

"Chlorophylia [10w] + {Couplet} Few things amaze as the paletteof the autumn blaze."

"Poetry and Love [10w] Poetry and love are two faces of the same coin."

"Perfect Sex [10w] Perfects sex balances the conflicting pleasures of submission and mastery."

"Buddha (Haiku) Buddha, Enlightened,I rub your belly to blessmy Lotto ticket."

"Upgrading [10w] Promise them the worldto get the universe in return."

"Go with your Gut Our eyes, our mind plays tricks.Our love muscle, our heartchooses blindly and impulsively.But our gut,ahh, our gut,always makes the wise choice ~and goes straight for the burning hot pocketsfresh out of the microwavebecause our mouthsahh, our mouths,never needed a roof in the first place."

"The Road to Poetry Hell [10w] The road to poetry hell is likepaved with similes."

"Gone to the Dogs [10w] All ideals corrupt into ideology to sustain the social order."

"DNA [10w] DNA's the last hope of our species,spiraling to extinction."