Haiku

An immensity
of sorrow, expressed as an
outpouring of love

The insoluble
problem of evil in man--
look! A butterfly!

Disdaining contempt
respecting irreverence
and loathing hatred

Chrysanthemums, white
and yellow merely the start--
science marches on

The agnostic passed
childless, needing neither
faith nor face in death

If this poem did
not exist, someone would have
to write one like it

Even directing
your feelings into words is
to compromise them

Poetry is shelved
'non-fiction' in the library;
my penis is huge

The beautious rose
withers and dies while the thorn
carries on pricking