Agrrrrh!

When I see yellow buds bust from green,
I wonder if  it's snap for them, or is it like it is for us,
the budding accompanied by primal screaming?

When I young woman swung ax,
kindling gathered and strung necklaces of skulls,
I taught my boys how to kill in hunt and war,

little could I have dreamt one day
I'd be hung in museum closet
desecrated  head to toe.

Hear what the Museum Windpipes say:
We're not certain of Agatha's age
By the looks of  her vertebrae, she might have had a tail.

Of what she deceased is under consultation.
Might have been diabetes,
or some other kind of cave life peril.

In Ice Age, there wasn't much one could do to keep warm
Catching mink was tricky business,
and you needed at least 6 fat ones to fashion stole.

Ten thousand years later,
St. Nick is portrayed as jolly,
essentially because he had a high caloric diet.

How Hot Pants managed to squeeze his fat ass
down a chimney and  then back up, is anyone's guess.
Maybe the Museum Windpipes know

Poem's Beginning

Who knew no joy,
in Him joy strengthens
and liberates.

Who died, I live for Him.
Who into hell descended,
like Him I'll resurrect.

A poem's beginning a psalm's fulfillment,
the poet David,
I partaker, I recipient.

Cookie Sheets

You live moments
Music rises and falls in notes
Hours pass in seconds
Song Writer is in deep arranging.

Then bang!  Inspiration vanishes.
Song Writer is are more than empty,
for there is empty like never been filled,
and there is empty like well run dry.

Song Writer is understandably withered
Inspiration has voided her like she may not rebound too quick?
Thus, the Song Writer's cookie hath crumbled.  Despair not; woman!
A crumbled cookie is essentially a rearranged cookie sheet.

What about you, friend, how's your tank,
are you running on empty?

Moore Said

You little pathetic woman
begging affection from one who doesn't loved you
You are a mop head.  You've are a dust bin!

But know, you,genders, that as one may stand on a street corner
watching 18-wheelers truck, the drivers don't rule the road
The rules of the road do, and violators are ticketed.

More be said,
I'd be accused
of tinkering with your brakes.

Man Up

Fatherhood defines a man

There's more to a man
than the size of a penis
There are more penises than men

How else to account for so many unwanted children
whose fathers have been like plants dispensing pollen?

Instruments of Candle

I bring to table a pebble
I bring to the table a buckle

Rounded pebble syllable of  water tongue
grand design of floods and trickles

Busted buckle moss encrusted
sleep walking to the forest edge

Sleep walking to the pond
where Spanish moss hang  faces

In womb, I was  pebble,
I heard sad mansion moaning

She stood last night, a stoic wife
under good  husband's avalanches

But know you now, insulter,
her lover's sleeves are green.

His fingers lattice her breast;
his kisses are insistent beetles.

She is  longer sure Resurrection is what she reckoned
if Reincarnation is a curse like a candle that burns and wanes.

Unsure if life indeed is candle, if suffering indeed is wax,
may the instruments of the device not disappear;

the flame which tolls the bell in the candle's belfry;
the wick which is the buried worm bound to burn.

Would you have had it some other way
that she buried you between her legs

And now disinters you, l
liken then  the tongue to a shovel,

the digging done, the shovel is oiled anew.
You, the living should be the diggers

and for the dying, please dig at least 6 feet.

Long and Longer

Genius and idiot have this in common;
they have trouble standing still for long.

Elephant and tortoise have this in common;
because they're slow, they are long livers.

I have a problem with long and longer
How much longer can I long for you to return?

Intolerance

Even if I were intelligent, which I'm not
why should my opinions bother you?
Because you do not care to share them?

Or is it because I may win over some of your followers?
I would not dare. I am so tickled by those I prick,
I will not join your party but to spoil it,

Persian Rug

Don't envy me that I am rich
do not pity me that I am poor.

In my luxuries, I am poor
in my tattered wraps, I am rich.

Some men are slated to be lawyers
many are liars beyond the profession

I have been from young a collector of curiosities
from my fountains and the streams of others

A Walk on The Light Side

I kiss earth and heaven with my eyes
I envy no man nor covet their wives

I lust no woman's daughter
Am I saintly?

It took a century
to come to my senses

Drip and Drop

Every issue
Every action
has sounds particular to them,
and sounds of mouth are often leaking faucets

Ra, Ra, Hip Hip Hurrah!

True the Sun will set
True It will rise tomorrow
True our core timepiece is the Sun
which has for mirror pocked face Moon
and for sisterhood our other celestial neighbors.

We recognize that His Majesty the Sun is spotted,
and that He flares special and magnificent.
We recognize Gravity keeps things grounded,
and that the seasons keep us transit,
that the faith of tribes lives in the wilderness.

Can not the same be said of God as is said of the Sun
that God is also spotted, and that God Omnipresent
has also flared terribly through the Ages
Thus, the wisdom which is whimsical informs us Primitives,
 that we Suns of Ra are Sons of Hiss.

Two-sided Story

If you can't beat them, join them.

If you wanna beat them, join them.

The Mix

World as we know is word construct
the palace, the brothel, the tortured hand
begging alms

A face in the sea of a crowded pond
does not compute
By Jove, it's mine!

The nose grown longer, yours the eyes
another's mouth,' what else who knows?
Not the floater facing down

Flick begets Flack

As usual, this hour of the day,
the traffic bumps bumper to bumper.
Everybody's going home from a hart day run,
including yours truly a harried worker of the phone business.

Well here I is, wanting to cross into Allgood from La Olla..
A driver of civil mindedness (on the other side) leaves an opening,
but the driver in front does not jump at the opportunity.

In fact, for about 10 minutes, she just sits  there
like a deer caught in the headlights, as they say.  
I honk her to move. She flicks me the finger. I note her bumper sticker;
"Socialism is not cool." her feelings in general, I;m sure concerning civic mindedness.

More and more, I come to the belief,
the opposite of socialist
is fascist oink-oink

Suds Gets In Your Eyes

Him's voice sonorous
Him's manners prince
Don't be fooled by this
Him's 800 pound gorilla
Albeit, Silverback, the kindest kind

Her's a spirited, high yellow Nymph
half in girth, half Him's height
Her's tightly coiled like String Theory
Her's sings canary to Him's rumble speak
Yet Him's and Her's are terribbly attracted

Like sea to sky attractified
like sky to sea attracttified
Consider how sea and sky induce the rains...
Where Him's and Her's first meet, I'll tell:
At office party of mega employer, IHp.

Him's directs soap commercials there
Her's scores limerick verse to corporate hymns.
Swift trip for Him's and Her's from party to La La land
Him's feels a riotous thumping
trailing Her's unmerciful flirtations

Him's big gorilla head is man-size pumping
like downhill giant slalom a jumping
Him's gorilla hands  are moisting,
the fingers of which are like coconut trees.
the tips of which are like toes of elephants
.
Still with those humongous palms of Him's,
Him's gently paws the high yellow forest Nymph.
Him's midnight eyes flicker fireflies
Her's gaze is virtual astronomy
Her's  has touched the Ape's dark soul

Never a duo were never so unlikelyl
Seconds into throws of confetti at midnight,
Him's and Her's decide to step in tow.
Yep, step in tow with no pretensions nor excuses,
and with no thought whatsoever of what will people say.

In the language of Soaps
as far back as romantics go
Him's and Her's fall in love,
wild and woolly in love.
This is it and that's that!

2 Come to 1 Accord

Saving Face:

First thing Friday morning after garbage collection,
we'll head for Reno  I'll do the oil change on the garaged car there,
then double back.  This will provide us a legitimate excuse.
for friends and family as to the separation;

you, to tend to the cacti in our Reno homestead;
me, to the paint the apartment in Flagstaff  the colors I've always wanted
You and I know this was inevitable.  Irreconcilable differences.
Let's shed a tear together.

It's taken 20 years

Oh Little Star of Beth Israel

Playlist:  Oh Little Star of Bethlehem
               Come All Ye Faithful
               Silent Night

Fall in love for sure
but do not neglect
to drop into deep well of silence

Fret not, you will not be extincted there
but rather, emerge the Black Hole a Super Nova,
a Polar Light for night and day.

As is written, Salvation is of the Jews.

Gee

If I do not speak
I am unlikely to do wrong,
for all the wrong I've dung
has been preceded by speech

C is for Comet

It's winter on the boardwalk
The hotel rooms are boarded up
The passenger on the veranda
is stranded in an hour glass,
staring dumb at a frail curtain,
the sand piles up then erodes
around his legs.

Were a comet to appear from under the horizon,
and size Mr. Jolly face to face, stranded there haplessly on the beach
it would prove conclusively, that not because you breathe you live
In the mean, meanwhile Ethel Mermaid whales the old goat
the sad, lament, that you don't have a ghost of a chance.
Wrong, chanteuse,  ghosts don't pray.
I still do.

Now and Then

I have tasted what it is to be free
owning nothing
and owned by no one

I know too well
what it is to love
and not be loved in return

Had I not been a willing participant
in lies and fractured lives
I'd stand blameless before you now

Doomsday Preppers

I guarantee you that when the end does come,
They'll have no shortage of toilet paper

They Might Be Vampires

Their windows have tripled blinds and curtains
The inhabitants wear sunglasses at midnight
In the bowels of their home,
they must keep the altar to Hitler secret,
They might be vampires.

Divers

Divers perceptions can at best be adequate
sometimes. however, the view is screwy on account of faulty optics
sometimes hazy due to conditions of internal drizzle

Reverse the lens around for a second
Are you able to peer any clearer into the labs
of the lab technicians, we who by nature are psychopaths?

F Girl

Filibuster Woman aims to be
the loudest broadcast revelation
of where you don't want to be seen

Filibuster Woman aims to talk you under the table,
can you in a casket, if she can.

Your last great hope is that of the 7 hundred billion atoms,
which constitute the 3-D map of Mapovia
none of these drift over to Filibuster Woman's RIP.

That would be Purgatory,
might even qualify for Hell

The Prisoner

See how long you can keep your mouth from opening
to the ends of  conversing and feeding your face.
Believe me, a smarter choice than suicide.

See how long you can withstand the cold
before the last candle burns out. Believe me,
a superior option to that of committing gluttony.

Almost There

Two distant planes white feather sign
the blue blank page of winter high

Far below, shadow hawk skims the forest
skimming hawk shadows forest.

In every thing, timing is everything
particularly in waiting and waiting to begin.