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January 17, 2006

hai–lo

salome.friedrich.pragmatism not idealism
made a first foray
i speak of first and last things
-back to the cave lou!

the moon is fickle. the philosophical sentence
exclusivity
philosophy is rigour
-rights rights right right rights

mornings. right between the eyes
newspapers
dusty eyes
in harsh acoustics

fading franco.
i've been tired
t-i-r-e-d spells it
Spells it


hai–ya!

are all the people mad? relentless prancing advancing
a warlike mantra
"there's for thee, and there, and there!"
dancing tightly up

dear dear. there there
politikers
angry and professional
hunt good thoughts


McHai–ku

Writing about web page http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/My-Death-lyrics-David-Bowie/113B538411ACE463482568A20015CE46

retrospective.old mythology.new millenium
remember burns night?
learn this poem, wow your friends
brel-bowie-rashbrook
haiku.thanku?
certainly my verse
has now evolved past measure
but a charm lingers
el.la
i hear coast to coast
defiance prettily wrought
with more ugliness

Ma Death

Ma Death he saw ma’ caber throw
Through roof o’ yon pub it did go
Changin’ its flight
O foul fate o’ mine.
Ma Death he summoned foul cov youth
Scunners, Spavies right uncouth
Makin’ them fight
O foul fate o’ mine
Ma Death tol’ them o’ my one vice
A giant haggis would entice
Me tae take a bite
O foul fate o’ mine

O muckle haggis, kin o’ ma kyte
I canne help but eat thee
Angel o’ de’il
I amnae fashed
For waublin’ in ma bowl
Is Haggis

Ma Death kens tha’ I am hyte
Tae fit this Haggis in ma’ kyte
Kythin’ belly
O foul fate o’ mine
Ma Death, I’ll make a pact with ye
I cannae stop ma haggis-glee
Frae killin’ me
O foul fate o’ mine
Ma Death, I’ll lay down my life glad
If tae your list Cov Chavs ye add
Their kain guarantee
O foul fate o’ mine.

O muckle haggis, kin o’ ma kyte
Etc..

Ma Death agreed to ma mad plan
Their hides wi’ haggis I wou’ tan
Explodin’ Glut
O foul fate o’ mine.
Ma Death, a whiskey-laden draft
Wi’ deadly fire o’ vengeance craft
A Flamin’ gut
O foul fate o’ mine.
Ma Death, ma big exploding waist
Has burned and bashed yon chavs tae paste
False burberry smut
O foul fate o’ mine.

O muckle haggis, kin o’ ma kyte
Etc..

moral. imperative
wow your friends
cook haggis
toast ladies
drink whiskey


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