Monday, July 21, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
There is a way out
But you are not even looking
And even he despises you for it
Can’t believe you are that stupid
or that lazy.
Woman, get out of your own way
the door is unlocked.
Prove them wrong
Prove to yourself
that you are not that lazy, beaten
or that occupied.
The fields are green
ripe with golden fruit
Clean your eyeglasses
Remember the full moon.
Prepare for winter’s fall,
But do go.
AND find your passion
Breathe the salt air, taste orange glee
Pick the pink wild flowers
gently in your hair
and sway to the rhythm
of your purple heart.
Put down the crying towel
it is meant for another
It is meant to be a temporary solace
a place to reflect
pool your options
finally, to turn away from.
Open the door
another room to dress
to plant those flowers
bring your good cheer.
The other BIG GUY upstairs
expects so much more
Do leave lollygag hill
and find your true self.
by the old cistern
filled with muddy water.
She knows your smell
and she still waits
and marvels at the time.
Friday, June 27, 2014
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Thursday, May 1, 2014
"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." ~Anaïs Nin
The Cross of Acumen- star date 4026.6
To the distinguished orator of the bald sector
Wizened Priest of Proprietary Advancement for the Betterment of Intellect
Second Class Alpha Romeo.
It has been brought to our attention
that Alpha and Omega are in dire need
of follicles. No reds left. And the browns are rapidly dwindling
only the bleached blonds are still abundant
Whether this is sufficient cause for alarm is debatable
since we still have ample blues, lavender and green
at the Hair Bank in Geneva.
Future transplants have been relegated
to the gamma quadrant chartreuse sector
nine parsecs away in the Gamma-Orion system
For the seasoned helmsman
take a left at Saturn’s third ring
and hang right for about
two hundred years
that should get you there just in time for
a Soylent Green dinner
and the meeting for the better understanding of
learned and bald high priests.
Do remember not to shave
before you beam down to the planet
should you have any hair left on your body
it is a cinch
you will be reassigned
to the nubby nymph seminar
taking place at the same time
One word of caution
at the seminar is strictly verboten
lips have been detached
and tongues completely severed
keep your typing fingers
in your pockets
especially the digitus secundus
as we are not responsible
for any loss of extremity incurred
on this top secret mission to the far reaches of the galaxy.
Truth and opinion
can be misconstrued
as a lethal weapon
within nubby gnarly nymph lands.
Remember your primary objective
is to harvest the red and brown hair, which by the way is exceptional
and refrain from any and all philosophy…
Keep your principles and ideas hermetically zipped or experience the consequences.