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.