Silver and Gold

Mature

wire hangers

wrap bright silver and gold

toboggan down pine needle green

secure.

When ALL we can do is WRITE

“Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.” ― Charles Bukowski

Sometimes I wake

with a song in my heart

prompted by a hearty summons of nature

toot tooting down the hall

pontificating its departure

to the porcelain god

like the conductor on an express train.

Disturbed soon thereafter

by mindfulness and that first cup of JOE

by a rich heaping tablespoon

of medicine from the media

a slow and steady demoralization

similar to  being assimilated by the BORG.

And later

upon reflection

I concede,

as cattle

quickly lulled and

herded by the steady

Yippie yi yo kayah

being led to slaughter

tunneling reality

transfixed by nothing at all.

Yellow Tea Rose

Black and White

You cannot depend on your eyes
when your imagination is out of focus~ Mark Twain

Black and White

White is the shade

you pull down

on your eyes

when I get boring

as you shut your mind to the monotony and the drone

of my noise.

AND Black is

a buzzing fly

that has landed on your nose right after

he shat

on top of a giant pile of

dog shit.

Brown

is the smear

of that sticky fly

with robo eyes

that’s got your number

and won’t die.

The dark brown stain

that’s infected your brain

that you can’t train

or refrain

from keeping in the

dark.

A hot spark

that

lights the bench in the park

that the man in the long black Rolls

once sat on

that you ignored

floating high on your kite

of white

with black and brown lines

that you drew and wouldn’t cross over,

the same man

who could’ve taken you outta all this black and white and shitty brown.

Remember him

reading the paper on a bench in the park

Offering you

some grey poupon

for your shitty

blackened brown dog

pillowed in white?

Apollo - Watching the House

Bread Pudding

Pudding

made from soft bread

chewy raisin background

dark caramel sauce dribbles down

my chin.

Wrapping up the Year with a Corny Poem

I need a treetop ornament

an angel

a star

something decorative

to wrap the bald top of the tree

and tacky, plastic or fake won't do.

I need a special combination

a mixer

to swirl my feelings

so they don’t disperse unnoticed.

This Christmas

I am wrapping up my wishes

sizing up my resolutions

placing a tall order for

continued health,

and a truckload of happiness

mixed with a heaping man shovel of joy

because it isn’t about shopping at the mall

exchanging cards or how original your gift is

It is about the time

we cement

crafting our relationships

eating, talking, crying and giggling

because the best gifts

we give and receive  freely

without any wasted gravel or sand.

And the water is slowly added

to make sure good it is of good consistency

and then it is

packed down and smoothed

packed down and smoothed

packed down and smoothed

because it takes a lifetime to

to get  to the stage where

they will love you

no matter what you do.

so keep the cement turning

and don't let it dry out.

It's worth it!

And one day you will be able to look back

and admire the foundation. The foundation

of a life built through effort and self-discipline

from blood, sweat, and tears

and years of mixing, packing,

and smoothing over,

carefully erasing the cracks

erasing the faults

erasing the pain

of stiff joints

aching backs

and loss,

forging

strong unions

built on the promises

of honest caring,

sacrifice

and love.

Santa's Sandwich

Santa's sandwich

got eaten
by Sally, a very large mouse
with glasses
who absolutely loves
Salami and Swiss.
Her favorite is liverwurst
with tomato and onion
but mice have to eat what they can get
so today it is Salami and Swiss
on a toasted bagel with mayo
and sliced in half for her little mouse
size mouth which never shuts up anymore
according to her spouse
and like it’s TRUE—
Sally could go on and on and on
but she won’t
`cause she needs to finish her sandwich
and Miss Manners says it’s not polite to talk with a full mouthed mouse –which has Santa’s sandwich half eaten in her mouth. And Morris, the house cat is sleeping right now and she doesn’t want to wake him up `because he is such a grouch when someone wakes him …especially when he’s in the middle of a really good mouse dream. So Sally is chewing really QUIETly - shh!!
(WHISPERING NOW)
Miss Manners also says to finish the WHOLE sandwich or Sally is going to wind up on Santa’s naughty list… because it is not good to be wasteful, since people are hungry and would be ever so thankful for even one tiny morsel of that sandwich, so Sally better finish it all… and to chew it one hundred times or she is going to get one elephant sized stomach ache for eating Santa’s sandwich too fast…AND SALLY wants to wish you all a MERRY CHRISTMAS because mice don’t have to worry about being politically correct or any other human hang-ups—

BURP- WHEW! 

Sally is so full of salami that she needs to go take a nap now—but first she’s going to leave a note for the big guy –

DEAR sANTa,
I got Tired of Waiting and I’m real Sorry, but I ATE your Sandwich— I hope you don’t hold that against me. Because I was really looking forward to getting a fresh block of CHEESE for the winter and not for nothing, but you would be a lot healthier if you dropped a few lbs. OH - And I almost forgot, DON’T WAKE MORRIS!!
Signed,
Morris’s prey-mate,
Sally

Coffee

Coffee
strong racy hot
warms my chilled fingertips
sharpens my mind, energizing
domain.

Rising from the Ashes

Fathoming, freeing,

flowing, flowering finding

the music within.

Peace and Joy

Tonight I share with you my peace.

It rises early

before the birds

or the roosters crow.

My peace is black

twinkling with the joy

of a million stars

with chirping crickets

who hum as

coffee steams

 from my midnight blue mug, upon which

stars also glisten, near and far.

And I savor the silence

of the night

the pine fresh fragrance

of a noble fir

dripping lavish needles

and shining like a child

in brand new outfit

whispering her secrets to Mom

and waiting in line for Santa

for the magic, still to come.

Someone I Once Knew

Someone I once knew

had designer dresses
the latest fishnet stockings
got her first training bra
long before she needed one
went out with the captain of the football team
married him became a loving wife
had two kids
one boy
one girl
the boy married his high school sweetheart
the girl went to college
is earning a degree in fine arts.
Mom passed away recently from 
bone cancer
she was with her
when she passed.
She believes in GOD
because HE has been so good to her
given her everything
taken away nothing

She lives in my dream world.
in a castle in Spain
her husband
is a Prince
she is his Queen
their children
want for nothing
she lost her slipper
one night
when everyone was vacationing
in the south of France

she should have stayed home
but instead she 

played hide and seek
with a young baron from the 
northern region
he tricked her into giving him the combination
to her heart
Now--she has a secret
and time is running out
She has to think quick
should she change the locks to the castle
or buy a remote island in the South Pacific
to retreat to when things get sticky
to hide from the paparazzi
who have nothing better to do than report
the latest royal scandal to the highest
paying tabloids and cheers to the lucky
guy or gal because there will be a raise in it for you
if that story comes with a close-up
And don't forget to get her good side?

Best Laid Plans

My dream for you today is that…

peace is the result of your thoughts and feelings.  You are the source of joyous action. ~ Unknown

Best Laid Plans

Hello, I am calling to confirm

that there is going to be a slam tonight?

The name is under Shithead

that’s right, S- H- I-T- H- E- A- D

I’m planning to perform tonight.

I’ve invited ALL MY FRIENDS.

Three of which are accomplished poets and authors

including me that comes to about-- eight people

Yes, I’ll wait.

What?

You say the place is closed?

Locked up tighter than a virgin

at the Playboy mansion?

Didn’t I get the memo?

NO--was there a memo?

Okay then

I guess I’m canceling

yeah-- that makes nine of us.

No-don’t bother

putting me on your phantom poet email list.

I’ve decided to hang up my fedora.

I’m starting

a new vocation.

That’s right!

From now on

I’ll be taking my opinions

and videoing them

on You-tube.

Then I’m going to sign up for belly dancing

with Willow Chang.

Look for me in next month’s Zen-dance video

it’ll be shown at the Arts at Mark’s garage

in Chinatown. What’s that?

Of course, I’m not serious.

I’m heading over right now

to get a $10.00 Reading

at the Louis Pohl Art Gallery

pick up a dream card and

some pointers on achieving inner peace

educate my assumptions

reassess my choices and then

I’ll fold them gently

put them in a pan

stick them into the oven

and then bake them into a humble pie. 

Further safeguarding my sisters’ fundamental rights,

promoting self-tolerance through dialogue

thereby eliminating foot in mouth discrimination,

while respecting our cultural diversity

and freedom of religion and expression

encouraging the protection of our good nature and Zen environment.

But I’ll be back

the first Friday after the next First Thursday

where my friends and I

are going to kick some bitchin ASS.

Peace and shalom—my sisters!