The Barber of 125th

Everything in music is musical
Notes and stops work in unison

Everything in physics is particle
Energy, matter, space is trinity

My barber in Harlem is correct
"Everything is everything"

Lover

I am a wimp,
you know it.

I count on you
to get me through the day.

Without you,
I'd be a bigger mess.

Wrath of God

Can the President plug it with his finger?
Nope.

Can BP put a cap on it, and bolt it down with nothing?
Nope.

Can Whitney Houston's ex bodyguard, The Post Man,
Kevin Costner of Water World give us the solution?

Nope.
This is the wrath of Nature.

No Guarantee

It might not work
but what's there to lose
If you sleep turned to the right
try sleeping turned to the left

You may awake a better person
I once knew a bloke ravished by lust
who on switching right to left
was less plagued by wet dreams

he suffered since he was five

Poemer

Write the verse as if it's the last.
Everyone has one last chance.

The thunder is muffled.
It nears.

I'm dreaming the morning
today.

Last Will and Testament

Spare expense
Save the fuss
Dispose of corpse
without delay

Before cremating,
please confirm,
I'm no where near it,
who would not care
a taste of hell
who so much prayed
to enter heaven.

Mother Night

In sanctum of migrating souls
in wake of travel speed of light
stars for candles have been stored
no past, no future stands to shake
its present tense now evermore

First Lesson

If you don't work,
you don't eat.

You can beg money for food,
but that too is work.

Serpents in Mauve and Yellow Leotards

Grogginess has rendered them harmless.
Keep the aquarium light of low intensity.
It will take days for them to recover.

To quote Hippopotamus:
Healing is a matter of aquatic relaxation

CF >RF

I look at the plate set before me -
as of yet empty of dinner -
a plate in expansion,
in representation of an expanding universe.

A force thrusts outward the plate's perimeter.
Simultaneously, there might be an inward retraction;
the outward motion perceptible;
the inward one imagined.

Is not order equilibrium?
Is not equilibrium the essence of order?
Might not the mind mirror the reverse -
outward contraction and inward expansion?

In a drop,an ocean - a drop in the ocean.
For the sake of argument, let's say
there exists a common origin to all things.
Let us denote this dark origin as CF (Centric Force).

Let us also agree, for the sake of expanding the idea,
that we take as a given that all things change,
and as such, there are no limits permanently fixed,
except in so far as we perceive them to be boundaries.

Let us call this "perception," the Reality Factor (RF).
Though RF obviously corresponds to CF,
RF does not equal CF
because CF is greater than RF

And here we go again,
The plate and I.
Enter the waiter,
who finally delivers the lobster dinner.

Know Thyself

One would think she's courageous
judging by her calm demeanor in the face of danger
and in the presence of physical threats.

She's never backed down from a fight,
and gets a rush when she's on the edge
or about to lose.

Why then does suspense and violence in films
terrorize her so, that even a child
is braver than she?

In A Blink

I heard the plane
before I saw its shadow
go over the lawn
fly over the gardenia in flower
like in the shutter of a camera

From My Telescope

Dark Energy,
Exploding Cosmos,
sound to me
as if someone wants
to get its rocks off.

I feel that way
sometimes myself.

Gender

Lately, there has been some interest expressed
regarding my sexuality.

I am the voice of one in web darkness.
where spiders weave and small fry hide for protection.

I have no weapons.
None are necessary.

I am virtual.
I am celibate.

My gender is nobody's business.
Yesterday I was a bat living in a steeple.

He Could Have Burned Down The House

Rightly said;
horses can be lead to water
but can't be made to drink.
Same applies to vain attempts to reform.

A childless couple prays for a bambino,
and receives a blue eye wonder via adoption services.
They didn't count on getting a monster toddler, however.
Husband pulls off a slight of tongue, and mother-in-law inherits the felon.

A month later, understanding that the new addition
is hazardous to senior citizen well being and health,
Granny ships the lad back to his Motherland not far from Mongolia.
"Of all sad words of mouth and pen..." Screw it, don't look back!

The sly orphanage had not informed,
the birth womb had been a boozer, conception to finish.
The kid is presently in the former USSR, relearning the ways,
relearning the orphanage, relearning, of course, his native Ukrainian.

Colonialism

The helmet is a vessel for the soldier's shaving,
serves as a cooking pot as well.

The island's sweat is in its sugar cane.
Damn the English and their tea.

Once a year we have a blowout called Carnival.
Damn the Vatican and its Catholicism.

We earn what we karma

Trouble visits and does not depart from the mischievous.
Sister Mary White-hot Knuckles makes me write :
"Today, I misbehaved. God will punish me," 40 times.

I wonder if my present situation
is not the holy woman's curse fulfilled.

Here me in Kansas 40 years later,
home schooling a moronic grandchild.
Mirror image of myself, only dumber.

Shuttle to Mars

The plant is metallic massive, colored engine red.
The plant is strapped, banded, bolted together to hold in place
vats and tanks of contents stressed from boiler distillation.

The factory's floor has been emptied of robotics,
thus, Ranger Walker walks by himself the graveyard shift,
which in half an hour (approximately) he'll shuttle back
to Mojave of Used Parts to file his monthly report.

This is too weird.
This is too amusingly scary.
I think I'll just take a piss,
and go back to sleep.

Bold Told

"The poor shall always be amongst you."

Does the above refer exclusively to the poor of money?
Or does it include the poor of information,
the poor of imagination, the poor of motivational drive
the poor of organizational skills?
In other words, the ghetto poor?

Ah, you thought I was gonna say "dirt poor,"didn't you?

Advice to Self

Fools do not consider
that ill considered thoughts
are dogs that turn against you.

Poor judgment considers only the obvious,
solely the immediate.

AisleTake Romance

Blankly window
words roll right through
the static view outside the pupil

Day in May
No good reason
to consider males or mating

we slaves to passion
that for the sake of propagation
immensely complicate the rationale

Why not just get down
and pledge solidarity
till death rolls down the window

Preposition "to"

beep when beeped
ring when rung
text when texted

Speak only when spoken to

Today is Saturday

Accumulation of helpful information
depends largely on user friendly applications

Dedication to Martin Luther Jr's. Free At Last,
strives to remove impediments along the way.

Example: Free of doubt is free of fear
The young lady had had on her tail

a stalker trailing for days

Lot's Wife

Pause, Lady
listen deep to what you're saying

At the speed of your spewing,
you're risking becoming a column of salt

Collective Innocence

History who can read it squarely?
Can the oppressed, can the oppressors?

I've seen vintage photos
of war victims and criminals.

Every village, every street corner
have their own unwritten dramas.

Generally speaking, though
historical tomes gather dust.

If silence is mortar,
is noise, then, brick?

A Day In Planet

Morning breaks quiet
serpent man unwraps
bug stirs in the mire

Song bird morphs from dinosaur
runs the 15 mile dash
in its beak prize rat
size of hippopotamus

Before the pines of Georgia erupted,
before the granite hardened
before the clay turned red,
everything fumed and stank

And then, me from earth was formed
And you? Hear now, I name you,
"womb man!"

Angel Gets His Wings

I would have gladly emptied into zero,
looped the noodle, flown the coup.
had I known it were this easy.

I would have perched on the ceiling,
watched the interns pound my chest,
had some fun before deceasing.

I would have exited in a grander style
had I known it were this smooth,
to knock an 8 on it side.

Look at me now, and see your tomorrow.
There will be things we'll miss, for sure;
foods we ate, games we played, we told.

A fine example from Long Island -
cherry stone clams on the half shell ;
a squeeze of lemon, a dash of Tabasco

No more to devour.
The seas are spoiled,
and me --- I am maggotted.

Publish Post

Sucker

Think extra critically when people talk,
especially when they're at the receiving end
of your money.

The pond is filled with open mouths
gasping hard, practically begging
con artists to row by and stick them.

It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

Dedicated to The Missing In Action

When cherished poets cease to post,

one is only left to hope
they'll return in their good time
as monarch butterflies do
when in from Europe flutter,
Atlantic crossing daring
to reach of all places ---
Guatemala.

When cherished poets cease to consider us;

their periodic absences unexplained,
their readership thrown to the gulls,
they leave us beached.
Their wanderlust has no remorse.
How could they have cared for us so little
who pledged us once eternal verse?
You got to be at heart a pirate.

When these ex-lovers, in high tide,

without farewell lift anchor
(let's keep it honest)
we are for them,
forgotten wake,
barroom fodder,
one night stands,
no better than emptied bottles.



waxing and waning
of high and low

We are to them addicted
like moths to lamp fire

Mother's Day Will Come

Makes you wonder about reincarnation,
what wrong doings in past existences
earns you the present state of penance.

It's bad enough to be born a bastard,
as the term was originally understood,
but to have a bitch of mother is far worst.

Bitch of a mother (no offense to dogs)
has no man to recognize her two kids
That for her is woman's lib

Bitch of a mother still looks for a mate,
though the proper term would be the "occasional "fucking."
Her two bastards kids? She manages thanks to her parents.

Suckers are they, Granny and Pops.
Goody-Two-Shoes out to save the boy from the world
and the world from the boy. Better have God on their side.

On the eve of Mothers Day, the wayward, heartless mom
ships the boy child to Siberia --- an indefinite stay with Granny.
The girl she keeps to further teach the ropes of generational dysfunction.

Bitch of a mother's keeps hope alive to find a guy
reminiscent of the one who broke her cherry at sweet 13.
Woman "never is, but always to be blessed."

Apologies to William Shakespeare.

Orgasmically-speaking

Like climbing Everest,
the peak is where to rest
and celebrate persistence over peril.

An orgasm is similar. The peak has challenged
but the calming effect which follows
is the true reward that

Or is it?

The Dream Within A Dream

The things you sense, bewilder me.
From where comes such conviction
which makes you oblivious to any obstacle?

Why should I have been so privileged
that you picked me to partner with?
Is marriage destined or finally, a thing accidental?

I wish I had noted the day of the week,
the hour of the day when first I laid eyes on you.
You thought it my pickup line; "You speak English, don't you?"

We have traveled far and wide,
with band of kids by our side,
our scant possessions in nomad parcels.

You always warn me to employ stealth,
and so I have and so I do, and here we are today,
sitting pretty, ready for the next Great Depression.

You are my strong arm Queen,
a king's delight, a virtuous woman,
a woman who fits right...

the dream within a dream.

Show Time

I seize the evening blaze
as I manage to open an eye
and vacate my bladder
to the visitor in the night-scape;
yippee, yonder Northern Lights
undulating serpentine.

In my head,
every bar, every note.
In my soprano ecstasy
a chorus of falsettos,
winging the stellar cue,
blowing out my brains.

Can this be transfiguration,
roller coaster buddy?
No hands, no safety net,
no fear of falling as we skip
quantum riptides in a universe
entirely gone ballistic

Reconstituted United Peoples,
in flips and twirls a dancing,
a human cosmic keyboard
of let's buggy from now
till the 13th of August,
You and Eye in Seventh Heaven

A. M. Reilly

In a two word sentence write,
in a to verb zen tense rite;
in a too world cent tens right:

Am Reilly.
There I done it.

Window

Dreary drizzle digging,
running down cobbled lanes
captivates the kid alone,
save for the ticking of a clock,
and portraits looking down on her.

Standing by a window,
caught in the electricity of the moment,
floods the room in prism glow
while family altar candles flicker
and aquiline noses look down some more.

Outside in haunted Vinegar Hill
the rhapsody of tire threads on slippery asphalt,
rain in transit and thunder slow to go,
a sudden welling of conscious...
an incarnation awakening.

The witness clock
and little girl
of spider fingers
and spinster hands.