Saturday, June 30, 2012


I spit,
and the world spits with me.
it's a gift, I think.

do you drink?

what worries me the most

is burnt toast.
oh, and jam
that's gone bad.

do you think that's sad?

or just damned bad?

it tickles
so we get out of bed
go to the kitchen
and eat pickles

you don't like pickles?

as pregnant as the day is long.
just how long 
is a long pregnant day?
and what about yesterday?
shouldn't tomorrow have a say?
and today, a short pregnant day?

Thursday, June 28, 2012


I just love a tree
that doesn't mind it
if I stand behind it
and pee

its just my luck
to be stuck in a trunk
while she's out on the town
righting wrongs
and singing new songs

her magic places
that keep me
in her good graces
and sunshine
on her pretty face

if it wasn't so funny
it'd be 3 for the money
and back out the back door
with no hope to score
need i tell you more


a rut is a place
where a drunk lives,
and usually dies.

this should come

as no surprise.

usually, no one cries.

I need accept definitions
others may define,
but design
my own definitions
I, myself, have redefined
as ready to go dance steps,
always, at least, one step behind.

alright, so this is starting
to look like a bald man
with grass 
where hair should grow.

but, let's not grovel.
let's chock this up
as a bad to go novel,
problem saver.


Wednesday, June 27, 2012


it is 103 today
too hot to think
too hot to reason

poor old air conditioner
is killing itself
trying to keep up

highways are breaking up
air conditioners are giving up
air conditioners are sold out
fans are long gone

We know the truth, not only by the reason, but also by the heart.

Blaise Pascal,

Tuesday, June 26, 2012


"A man can't be to careful in the choice of his enemies."

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

i don't know
and that's my final answer.

any more than that,
go see the belly dancer. 

is this love ever after? 
or need i run faster?

the more i thought,
the more i could see
the cold fish dinner
was all it was meant to be
which leads me to wonder
what she sees in me
and if she will ever
unlock the door and set me free


"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit upon his hands,
hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats."

Henry Louis Mencken (1880-1956)

speaking hypothetically,
as in hypothetically is,
in itself a completely
new language.

refined to nth degree.
publicly reflecting
arguably indifferent.

suggesting revolt,
and mass media
intervention by those
in sadistic robes.

you will not find me
speaking hypothetically,
or even in complete sentences,
as i have a train to catch,
and a  back to scratch.

but yet, necessities
unique only to those
wearing pantyhose 
and pink painted toes.

and you can see,
anything goes.

Monday, June 25, 2012


Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
William Shakespeare,
The Tempest

BW having his breakfast
breakfast was late
BW was very angry
he doesn't like his breakfast late
but we slept in
but he forgave us

"It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating."

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

hour from now
we'll be right back
where we started from
two hours ago,

and no one
will even know
who we are,
where we went,
or why life's always a blur. 


she has freckles
on her butt
in the form of
a constellation.

i lay there

and count them.

then, she farts

and i loose count

i see the people

next door
are repainting 
their house

i would like 

to tell them
it's about freckles
and constellations

"If you haven't got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit next to me."

Alice Roosevelt Longworth (1884-1980)

adolescence: form of dance

and then,
there are those day,
like this day,
to be kept totally away
from human intervention.

day, like today,
left alone to design 
its own history.

left alone to follow
its won dreams
into the twilight
of dwindling light.

his first attempt at love
only succeeded
making the pigs angry

should have tried candy

come next week
he'll move on to sheep

probably make the sheep weep

some of us plan to be there
just to take a peek