He's much more Billy Holiday than Henry Rollins. Your discription couldn't be further off.

And I've changed it again. This time: "as careful as the arrangement" to "like the careful arangement" and "somebody's cat" became "someone's cat" and I changed morning to morn. But then it seemed out of place, so I changed it back to morning again. Thouroughly modern.

oh, that was your slather. i thought it just another waking dream. oh, you were good. very good.

you must have forgotten. the other night, although as late as I was I still lain aside your body. It was cold at first, with the winds coming through the open window. But, Molly kept us warm and we deamed of purple and wine slathered mouths, counting the days till we meet in the streets...across the sidewalk, a swift glance was all that was needed. today.

tease. come shoot craps with me first.

maybe your "friends" would like to join us for an excursion. I like amphetamines and ale. close, don't you think! You've already captured my heart...the cat will find another bed tonight.

I wasn't sure about that one, but I think you're right. Still, the word "untitled" is still a title. On this site, anyway. It's just a crappy, common title. And it's been a while since I've seen a traditional haiku here. Like I said, it has become a pet peeve of mine.

but my dog loves amphetamines and root beer! her name is molly. and she is lean, and slithers in, still afraid i'll tell her to get down. once i pet her, though, she knows's i'll let her stay, and her tail wags... thank you. even though you never showed up. i'll just throw another cat on the bed, i suppose.

traditionally, haikus are untitled.

well, why the fuck didn't you say so? glarg.

I'm going to stay out of this one.

i was bored studying my lines for tomorrow. thought i'd pick a fight with someone bright to help my evening out a bit is all really. he knows i'm just fucking around. i get paid blee blee blee pthewpt (picture my tongue vibrating like the spike cat in doonesbury).

you saw black flag at a vfw hall? that's brave, and kind of interesting not that 1984 was interesting unless you like cocaine, tubesocks and mork and mindy reruns. i have never tried once to be black nor has that thought even slightly entered my mind. also suburbs? good try, but way off. i have when staying with my father's (while he was serving various parts of his combined thirteen years incarcerations on three different occasions) parents (in troy, mi) encountered the suburban phenomena of the "wigger" (pathetic eminem type of cretin), but i never fell prey to the blackness of it all or the alluring? "hipness" (john lind walker did) is it still hip to not be hip i forget?! anyway i went to a different school every year of my life (i'm a depeche mode, rage, nirvana, wilco, beckish type of queens of the stone blee guy) sometimes two a year so...i would go out on a limb as to say, your clever stereotyping of me is outlandishly vague and wildly reaching. that's okay, some of us have levels and others are just plain leveled. also i am thrilled you get paid to write. i mean someone has to make up for all of the real overlooked talent starving to fucking death, and coincidentally, i'd rather hang out with my no name actor friends 'on crack' than someone who flashes their income taxes around anyday thankyou. good evening.

no.

oh. is the moon full as well?

are you counting mine? 'o man..' under limness. then that's 11.

He is menstruating.

and don't skimp on the pate'.