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Banana Tail


Amazon Cloud

Just think
a cloud in cyberspace
pink and fluffy
no storms
no lightning
no rain
just white wispy platforms
floating in a blue field.

And you are tiny—and SKINNY
safely spinning round
smiling and laughing
and dancing to
the syncopated
do wop day glow
of a Bali autumn night.

Diddly bop
Scooby dooby doo
scaz fraz, raz ma taz and you are caught-up
in a time warp
where everyone is young
and a half dozen orthopedic shoes
swing on a clothesline along with
black and white oxfords
and toe shoes

Daddle waddle ding dong
shoo-do-doo- woosh wow whee,
bam-bub-bee, zoosk zoos-zingin
And now you are in Macchu Picchu
twisting with Chubby Checker
and you get it—you’re connected to the source.

Blaze a blingin
tootin and scootin
without a care
tripping lightly
down the stair
with long flaxen hair
flawless skin
and your butt, hips and thighs
make grown men drool
cause your flying without a license
fresh out of school
you are so cool
and SOOO flexible.

Then you sneeze
and break the spell
and you are ba…

Letters Member--NLAPW

It's official-- I am a Letters Member of  the N.L.A.P.W.-Honolulu, as of September 7, 2011

High Jumper

Muse jettisoned from
inter-cranial cockpit absent without leave.


that you toss 
the could have had
avoid all the should have’s
not matter what the price don’t make 
a fuss.

It glares through your eyes
and into your brain
cheering you on
discouraging you from 
drawing undue attention to it 
or making waves.
It is a coward
droning its mantra
into your ear 
until you believe 
uniting with others who feel as you do
accepting it as fact
distrusting your basic instincts
no longer seeking help
or listening to reason.

you into acceptance and apathy
It will have you 
acknowledging that it is selfless
seducing you for your own good
insisting that you follow its lead
persuading finally 
that you come quietly
and not argue.
Altering forever
what would have been
into what must be.

**Inspired by Happy Family—a film at the Italian Film Festival in Honolulu.

A Quiet Life—Una Vita Tranquilla

A Quiet Life tortures  you in unexpected ways It leads you on like a hot babe with her long legs wrapped around your mid-section pulling you into her and just when you think you can’t take any more she slices your thumb off and lets you run around in circles howling WHY did you do that WHY couldn’t you just LEAVE ME ALONE? I’ve been good! I’ve been good for fifteen years I’ve started a new life a new family why couldn’t you just leave me alone? And she replies… because YOU BELONG TO ME.

** This movie is at the Italian Film Festival. The story of a good family gone wrong. A man escapes to Germany and starts a new family thinking he will finally enjoy a quiet life. He is wrong.

18 Years Later

Two brothers not speaking for 18 years, a lifetime wasted on misunderstanding missed opportunity and fate.  Reunited finally by driving their father’s Morgan car to Calabria to spread his remains.  
**  I went to the Italian Film Festival yesterday and saw this comedy—18 Years Later was very good and extremely funny.

Dryer Woes

My dryer's vent
came through 
the colonoscopy okay
she was wide awake and talking
for the whole operation.
No drugs were used 
or animals
during this procedure.

We had to go in and
surgically remove
several large polyps
with a rather long, hooded
sans camera. 

Dr. D. is a genius.

She had been feeling
sluggish of late
complaining of
and irritable bowel syndrome
couldn’t dry any
jeans past the damp stage.

After the operation
she was able to sit up 
and we are happy to report
although she did experience 
some lint laden hiccups
she did finally facilitate a 
dryer event.

Poor dear
she’s relaxing comfortably
for the moment,
she doesn’t know yet
about the follow-up surgery
scheduled for next year. 
She’s been spewing non-stop 
hot about 
hooking up
with a young energy saver
with tight abs.


Speak, Act, Write, like it was your last pithy driven edgy poem.
Have them hanging there…mid-sentence spell-bound
salivating for that morsel that one thought that single tiny nugget that is pure gold. And command their silence.
Make them stand at attention click their heels salute proving yet again that you are much more than sexy sizzling hot much more than a High School diploma and a middle aged grandmother. Much more than a bank of knowledge to borrow or withdraw from.
DAZZLE them and then… WALK AWAY disappear into the horizon make them think it was a dream like a brilliant autumn leaf carried away by the breeze colorful and rustling sprawling splendidly in the gifted forest later crunched by a doe in the dark.

Golf Rant

Golf makes me ponder
life’s eternal mysteries
and scratch my head
how hard can it be
to hit a stationary object
from a stationary position
with the sun shining in your eyes
three hundred and fifty yards from a four inch hole?

Did I mention
that you have to swing with
your inferior hand and arm
not the one you are used to using 
the arm and hand that has a mind of its own
that would bitch slap you if it could
and who is the jack ass who invented this game anyway?

I mean whose idea was it
to sink a white dimpled ball into a four inch hole
in FOUR strokes or less
two of those strokes being putts?

Putting being a key component of mastering the game
because that hole
is getting smaller as we speak
and don’t tell anyone this
but I saw the hole move
to the right 
on more than one occasion
and it’s always after I make my putt
And No I wasn’t drinking!

This makes me think
that you have to be either manic 
or a serious alcoholic
to keep up 
with moving holes, undulating greens and passing cloud burs…

Beavers Spotted on the I-70

Beaver Sighting

Bandit: Breaker, breaker--This is the Bandit, I got the hammer on the floor and looking for more on the I-70 heading west at mile marker 95 coming out of Kansas City—on channel 2-4 anyone got their ears on, come back? Rock: You got the Rock on channel 2-4 heading towards Denver; I’m at the front door–mile marker 100 heading west. Bandit change to channel 2-2, come back. Bandit: 10-4, changing to 2-2. Rock this is the Bandit, I got the back door–seen any bears in them woods- come back? Rock: Ease back on that hammer Bandit we got a Papa bear in a plain brown wrapper at the 99 mile marker, come back. Bandit: Thank you kindly Rock. Whatcha hauling, come back? Rock: Life is better with


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No Labels

Flexitarian Pescatarian Vegetarian call it whatever you want I Don’t Eat Meat!
I woke up the other day thinking I knew WHAT I was. I was wrong. I got an education in the many types of vegetarianism It is more complicated than I thought apparently I’m NOT ONE nope-- none of the above. I actually thought I might be a Pescatarian for half a minute but I’m NOT that either Sound frustrating? All I know for certain is that I don’t have any health problems bleeding hemorrhoids indigestion or weight gain. I exercise I take my vitamins and occasionally when the dust bunnies threaten mutiny I even vacuum.
I love Netflix and frozen juice bars peanut M&M’s banana smoothies salads, stuffed Portobello mushrooms kale and macaroni—of any kind Actually I could live on the stuff. Tofu is okay Soy or bust beans and peas and lentils and curry and tacos and salsa and fish and eggs and cheese and ice-cream gotta have that! Life wouldn’t be worth living without my ice-cream and dark chocolate.
So WHAT I am-- is not even close to a vegetarian …