Rat atat tum
slicky dicky come
clicking down the street
two hot bodies meet
snappy tappy dance
dark side dey prance
yolk running white
slinky slapping dyke
who gonna say
who gotta pay
rubber lips dey smack
boozer heart she whack
wet on yer nickel
jerk, jack be fickle
jazz raz ma taz
Suki Sue pizazz.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Dependence
Dependence
weaves its fibers deep.
It watches
as you begin to falter
ready to pounce like a cat.
It scratches deep
leaves scars
that itch
a reminder of
the hold that it has.
You the hostage
it the toxin
your body craves.
It the venom
you lust after.
It the alien
tearing into your flesh
inserting a
humming metal diode
plugged in to your
nervous system
frequency ready.
weaves its fibers deep.
It watches
as you begin to falter
ready to pounce like a cat.
It scratches deep
leaves scars
that itch
a reminder of
the hold that it has.
You the hostage
it the toxin
your body craves.
It the venom
you lust after.
It the alien
tearing into your flesh
inserting a
humming metal diode
plugged in to your
nervous system
frequency ready.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Halloween
Hark
All Hallows Eve draws near
Lining up the livestock for slaughter for winter stores was
Linked to the ancient festival of Samhain. A time when
Otherworld borders were thin allowing both spirits good and evil in.
Warded off by guising on this
Elemental Autumn
Evening to celebrate the Celtic
New Year.
All Hallows Eve draws near
Lining up the livestock for slaughter for winter stores was
Linked to the ancient festival of Samhain. A time when
Otherworld borders were thin allowing both spirits good and evil in.
Warded off by guising on this
Elemental Autumn
Evening to celebrate the Celtic
New Year.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Paul the Octopus
World Cup guesser dies
Paul the famous octopus
leaves aquarium.
From The Australian:"The world's most famous octopus, the underwater Nostradamus, the eight-armed cephalopod prophet of the football pitch, has died in his German aquarium.
The good news, foul play is not suspected."
Paul the famous octopus
leaves aquarium.
From The Australian:"The world's most famous octopus, the underwater Nostradamus, the eight-armed cephalopod prophet of the football pitch, has died in his German aquarium.
The good news, foul play is not suspected."
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Am I Crazy OR E.T.--Phone Home!
Am I crazy?
I have this feeling
I can’t seem to shake today
Maybe it’s because my bulova watch
didn’t come back. Only the parts
I needed, a new crystal and a battery
plus shipping.
I’m waiting for
Rod Serling
to call me
or Scotty to beam me up.
Captain there seems to be
a problem with the transporter
mechanism.
Kind of like Mr. Spock
playing chess
with a single
cell amoeba.
Meanwhile the Klingons
would be coughing up
greenish red snot tearing up
from laughing so hard.
Vowing like the terminator
to soon be back
before they
warped, factor 7 to the next galaxy
where the takeover would at least be a challenge for their intellect.
I have this feeling
I can’t seem to shake today
Maybe it’s because my bulova watch
didn’t come back. Only the parts
I needed, a new crystal and a battery
plus shipping.
I’m waiting for
Rod Serling
to call me
or Scotty to beam me up.
Captain there seems to be
a problem with the transporter
mechanism.
Kind of like Mr. Spock
playing chess
with a single
cell amoeba.
Meanwhile the Klingons
would be coughing up
greenish red snot tearing up
from laughing so hard.
Vowing like the terminator
to soon be back
before they
warped, factor 7 to the next galaxy
where the takeover would at least be a challenge for their intellect.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Red
Red
excites
unites
disturbs
unnerves
won’t apologize
and flashes hot before your eyes.
Doesn’t ask permission
or advice
persuades
demands
will do as it pleases
flirts and
lies
then strip teases
leaving you broke
red in the face
without remorse, a sore disgrace.
Wham bam
bleeds in the pan
surrenders juice
from the vine
to unwind
on the sand
getting tanned
wraps your wrist
in a twist
trails cut glass
sub atomic mass
finger pricks
smacking lips
autumn leaves
scarlet weaves
crimson blush
Cardinal crush.
excites
unites
disturbs
unnerves
won’t apologize
and flashes hot before your eyes.
Doesn’t ask permission
or advice
persuades
demands
will do as it pleases
flirts and
lies
then strip teases
leaving you broke
red in the face
without remorse, a sore disgrace.
Wham bam
bleeds in the pan
surrenders juice
from the vine
to unwind
on the sand
getting tanned
wraps your wrist
in a twist
trails cut glass
sub atomic mass
finger pricks
smacking lips
autumn leaves
scarlet weaves
crimson blush
Cardinal crush.
Klepto Mom
Mom is a kleptomaniac.
She steals shiny baubles
from the jewelry counter at Sears.
She can’t afford
a gardener
but has plenty of
different colored handbags
to match every outfit.
She doesn’t do yard work.
Instead of roses and tulips
her yard
has weeds and poison ivy
Taking things is her way of
coping with
Dad
Especially now that they‘re saying
he’s got that old-timers disease.
So Sis, watch her
the next time we go shopping
just don’t tell her you know.
She steals shiny baubles
from the jewelry counter at Sears.
She can’t afford
a gardener
but has plenty of
different colored handbags
to match every outfit.
She doesn’t do yard work.
Instead of roses and tulips
her yard
has weeds and poison ivy
Taking things is her way of
coping with
Dad
Especially now that they‘re saying
he’s got that old-timers disease.
So Sis, watch her
the next time we go shopping
just don’t tell her you know.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Obama Talks
Obama says SURE!
Suggests new referendum
sways local author.
Madame Tussaud’s—who do you want to meet?
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Cirque du Soleil—Love
Cirque du Soleil—Love
is a kaleidoscope
wrapping the senses.
It's peace and love, warm and fuzzy
Beatles music
personified
reminding me of the musical genius
of John Lennon whose life was cruelly extinguished
outside his New York City apartment by a
monster with a gun.
A monster whose wife I met at church in
Hawaii, a devout unassuming woman. Still going
to work each day,
still alone.
is a kaleidoscope
wrapping the senses.
It's peace and love, warm and fuzzy
Beatles music
personified
reminding me of the musical genius
of John Lennon whose life was cruelly extinguished
outside his New York City apartment by a
monster with a gun.
A monster whose wife I met at church in
Hawaii, a devout unassuming woman. Still going
to work each day,
still alone.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Leaving On a Jet Plane
I’m leeea--ving on-- a jet plane
Do know-- when I’ll---- be back a—gain!
It’s the part in the middle
I’m not too sure about
It should be fun—funner, more fun
than anyone should have!
Three Cirque du Soleil Shows, comedy
and a plethora of female nude art
using color, subdued light and geometry.
Shopping
picture taking
people watching, sitting by the pool
slurping sodas, slapping sunscreen
on, shoveling through the desert
with a big spoon, going back for seconds
and then walking it off. Staying up way past
my bedtime far into the neon night
watching the stars line up
optimistic
that the magic roll of the dice
will levitate and rip through
the crack in the facade.
Do know-- when I’ll---- be back a—gain!
It’s the part in the middle
I’m not too sure about
It should be fun—funner, more fun
than anyone should have!
Three Cirque du Soleil Shows, comedy
and a plethora of female nude art
using color, subdued light and geometry.
Shopping
picture taking
people watching, sitting by the pool
slurping sodas, slapping sunscreen
on, shoveling through the desert
with a big spoon, going back for seconds
and then walking it off. Staying up way past
my bedtime far into the neon night
watching the stars line up
optimistic
that the magic roll of the dice
will levitate and rip through
the crack in the facade.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
On Speeches
A brilliant three minute speech
reigns in the right hemisphere
of my brain. Or is it
the left? No matter
it plans to move to the
correct corner soon.
It promised.
In the meantime
I wait like
a hopeful puppy
with a pink ball
tossing ideas at the wall
hoping they bounce and snap back
so that I can shine
for a few moments
in the light of acceptance
before the gray balding
man in the back
goes home to daydream
about poetry
comes up with
a tantalizing verse of his own
and shares it
with the world.
reigns in the right hemisphere
of my brain. Or is it
the left? No matter
it plans to move to the
correct corner soon.
It promised.
In the meantime
I wait like
a hopeful puppy
with a pink ball
tossing ideas at the wall
hoping they bounce and snap back
so that I can shine
for a few moments
in the light of acceptance
before the gray balding
man in the back
goes home to daydream
about poetry
comes up with
a tantalizing verse of his own
and shares it
with the world.
Journey to the Center of the Earth 2
Movie set takes priority at Heeia Kea Boat Harbor.
No parking for anyone at anytime
between Ocotber 14th thru November 2nd.
Fisherman, Tour Boat Operators, Tourists,
left to flounder like a pod of
beached whales on a deserted isle.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Feeding the Boys
They gallop like horses
to the back of the house
answering their master’s call.
Who wants to eat?
Hungry, dripping saliva
tails wagging
ears pulled back
trained to wait
until he is finished
scooping out the dry
and finally adding the meat.
Canines glinting
they descend quickly
into their meal
inhaling the savory chunks.
Meat is what they hunger for
devoured first.
Tonight’s meal
short ribs
marinated and cooked
carefully deboned
meat not pedigree dry
leftovers for the doves and the mynas
who watch and wait
for the scraps.
Sizeable portions left behind
spilled in distracted haste.
Patient for their turn to feast
to puckishly perch on
metal rimmed bowls
in small semicircles.
Pecking and
cooing at their mates
who gossip above
in the octopus trees
about this morning’s
breakfast menu.
to the back of the house
answering their master’s call.
Who wants to eat?
Hungry, dripping saliva
tails wagging
ears pulled back
trained to wait
until he is finished
scooping out the dry
and finally adding the meat.
Canines glinting
they descend quickly
into their meal
inhaling the savory chunks.
Meat is what they hunger for
devoured first.
Tonight’s meal
short ribs
marinated and cooked
carefully deboned
meat not pedigree dry
leftovers for the doves and the mynas
who watch and wait
for the scraps.
Sizeable portions left behind
spilled in distracted haste.
Patient for their turn to feast
to puckishly perch on
metal rimmed bowls
in small semicircles.
Pecking and
cooing at their mates
who gossip above
in the octopus trees
about this morning’s
breakfast menu.
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