Showing posts with label #quote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #quote. Show all posts

Thursday, May 1, 2014

The Cross of Acumen- star date 4026.6

"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
different building.

One word of caution
scholarly activity
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.








Thursday, April 17, 2014

Dismissing Insults

“Re-examine all that you have been told. Dismiss that which insults your soul.”~Walt Whitman

Dismissing Insults

That would be karmic
if the soul could reexamine all that it’s been told
could dismiss insults
walk around as if
the world couldn't touch it
the crux of the matter
is the soul is not insult-free
nor does it wear a ball gown.
On most days
it has to pay the toll
before it can get out of jail, travel to exotic places
before it is free to move around the Monopoly board
accumulate properties
build wealth
behold beauty, wrap its arms around it, draw it near
It would get frostbite
here in New York
have to develop a tougher skin
build a bigger closet
to store all its stuff
especially now
since the earth is warming
The soul would need galoshes in every color of the rainbow for the mad, wet, frigid Spring days here, for when its ego is insulted. The long days when the puddles deepen to small lakes, reflecting back on the crooked branch in its family tree
a snarled thorny Kiawe, longing for a totally blank bank to rest on.



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