"Five more years," we said What I didn't tell her was I meant Martian years

It's nice to know that There are numbers after nine We'll see them pass, too

Through a gaped barn door I spy as the engorged cock Rests its head eastward (A haiku written by Ms. Blue Eyes and based upon a picture...

It's not really food Though it sure is delicious What it is, is love

Stacatto breathing As she goes over the edge Her limbs flail wildly The inspiration for this haiku came while I was watching a video of...