Thursday, January 30, 2014


it takes forever
to climb forever

without direction,
it takes forevermore

there is a distinct distinction
between those
writing about history
and those living it.

very seldom
do the two agree.
philosophies colliding.
violently exploding.
certainly expanding.

I'm not one of those guys
to stand on the edge
of a cliff and
piss over the side.

no,  I'm one of the guys
standing at the bottom
of that cliff
pissing up and over the top.

yes, I am that good.

you, me, them and they.
and their friends.
now, excuse me,
i need to rest, reset.

I'm not that young anymore.
can't go all night anymore
just because you can.

i need rejuvenate.
give me a break, okay?
maybe someday
they'll have a pill.

ya, that pill!
guy could set the world on fire
with that pill!
willfully willing!

no, don't know what this photo represents.
is it important, it represent something?
if so, why?
okay, if it's that important,
it represents confusion.
and i hope it confuses you.
really, i do.
just the way i am
whenever i'm around you.

A poet can survive everything but a misprint. 

Oscar Wilde

Monday, January 20, 2014


it's the same old story
about the train that didn't come,
but all the people on the train did.

yes, that old story.

the one we're getting tired of.
I know I sure am.
but, alas, no, I didn't come.
well, I wasn't on the train, so...

well, she said I said.
but I was sleeping
when I said it,
so it doesn't count
for nothing.

everything isn't for sale, is it?

sex and 60 cents
what amounts two
on a park bench

hey, it rhymes!
should at least get credit for that!

when i grow up,
i wanna be just like you.

you're so darn special.
i wanna be darn special too!

I demand it, in fact!

oh, yes, yes!
this could get worse!
i expect it will!

don't question why.
just be glad it's not you. 

yes, crap is becoming good
and I'll be right there
lapping it up

like some drunk
with a free run
in some liquor store

that's right!
that's right!
lapping it up!

well, it's closing time
so, time to kiss and make up!

it's a rainbow effect.
counting stars in a starless night.

well, yes, because I can
what other reason could there be?
and if you see smoke
it won't be me, okay?
look to yourself 
find your own place to burn

only takes one of us
breathing in
while the rest of us
breathe out

functional necessity
not so speak of decency

especially reality
as lame as that is
greater minds prevailing

we have a dead body,
but it's breathing, so
doesn't count as a dead body
as a dead body would

It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality
creating silences around things.

Stephen Mallarme 

Monday, January 13, 2014


well, yes, magic lamp
but not any old ordinary
lamp per Se
not one to rub, by chance
this lamp uses spit
just ordinary everyday spit

just one gob of spit
it goes into hysterics
does anything you ask
just as long
it's not something needed

but no means a useful lamp
just hysterical in nature
and naturally causes warts
and pimples 

yes, spank free zone
we all need one
at least one
more than one
should it be one's butt
develop blisters
our sanity demands it
our freedom at risk
freedom to sit and crap
as compared to standing
to get job done
this is serious
not funny
don't be caught laughing
with your pants down

if we were to go nowhere
and then turn around
and then come back
confirming our loyalty 
those traveling by night
as minutes of day
slip silently through our fingers
with a trickle of blood
marking the way

three toed walli-popper 
common to this area
and this area alone
most of you will never see one
only come out at night
i was lucky enough 
to capture this foot print
if one should actually see one
it's the last thing
one will ever see
and no longer able to pee

often, she asks me
what my problem is?
what's wrong with me?
am I brain dead?

questions like that
i have no good answer 
at least, no right answer

it's all a nasty circle i tell her 
with me going around and around
and her dancing
on what remains of my sanity

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

Percy Byshe Shelley

Wednesday, January 1, 2014


all the monkeys
are not in politics.
some are actually
in the zoo.

and the apes
are not in politics.
not at all.
they're much too smart.

but they're watching.
and they're learning.
and they're waiting.
and soon.......

they'll escape to planet Ape,
and raise humans to punish. 

Poetry is just the evidence of life.
If your life is burning well,
poetry is just the ash.

Leonard Cohen

a million suckers sucked
every millionth
second Monday of every
third month of
every other leap year.
not counting heap year.

will we ever
run out of suckers to suck?
lucky suckers to suck?
will you suck my sucker?
I'll suck your sucker.

with lips like mine,
i could suck from 9 to 5,
and still pucker up
come night time.

I prefer a tub of butter
much more so than
a tub of lard.
but that's just me.

soaking in a tub of butter
does great things
for my complexion
and my butt puckers up
so delightfully.

lard doesn't do a thing
for butt puckering,
or wrinkled skin.

win with butter.
lose with lard.

I know. that's what I thought
when I wrote this.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder,
with a dash of the dictionary.

Kahlil Gibran

building in this photo was destroyed
by Oct 4, 2013 blizzard
this year, Santa had better be
very, very generous,
if he knows what's good for him!

it's now New Years and 
that SOB never showed!