of your convictions
the most venial is murder?
well, I’m sold; you’re hired!
in dawn’s velvet glow
she appeared evanescent
from the cholera
from within the van
an unctuous grin awaits
his teen daughter’s friends
losing your wallet
is but a mere bagatelle
when you are on fire
the bloody crime was
declared a peccadillo
since it looked so cool
at my summer home
ghosts expatiate the grounds
shilling Weight Watchers
he confessed he was
a tyro plastic surgeon
but it was too late
your homemade fireworks
your emergency room bills
my Schadenfreude
important lesson
women are ephemeral
LARP is forever
successful parley
between Lucifer and God
bankrupted Slayer
I will get to this
dilatory-themed haiku
just a bit later
numinous sigh
as Christ turns water to beer
for some local teens
a block of C4
expresses his enmity
for Radio Shack
birds patrol the skies
bloodthirsty, ubiquitous
searching for Timmy
do not pester me
with nugatory concerns
that lye won’t kill you
he has made progress
but is still known to sojourn
under my son’s bed
he will not fall prey
to her captious reasoning
the sweatpants stay on
I am nu-metal!
quake in terror before my
somniferous roar
beholden to none
my immense riches will not
pay for thank you notes
who among you is
the most parsimonious?
the first to starve wins
completely smitten
with his affable nature
we robbed her dad blind
late for the Zeitgeist
his sandwich board gravely warned
of the Red Menace