Who killed Di?
James Bond, who else!
Who ordered the killing?
My guess, someone close to Henry VIII.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
The Horseshit in London
The Scottish song which rings out the old year,
I believe got it wrong. It ought not be,
"Should ole acquaintances be forgot,"
but rather,"May ole acquaintances be forgot,"
otherwise you have a Windsor situation
desperately looking to marry into fresh new blood.
I believe got it wrong. It ought not be,
"Should ole acquaintances be forgot,"
but rather,"May ole acquaintances be forgot,"
otherwise you have a Windsor situation
desperately looking to marry into fresh new blood.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Tender Paring
A wreath of blue grass is all my queenship wants.
I know who I am 'cause I know where I've been.
I've plucked banjo in holier than thou revivals
I've bucked Internal Revenue and Prohibition.
My toes have danced Appalachia and high stepped the Ozarks.
Some might read my sway for swagger.
No such thing!
My name is Carriage.
My occupation is railroad tramnp.
I'm the lady of the bobcat eyes.
I'm a kitten, wearing man-size mittens.
I'm the Cherokee they couldn't find to kill.
I know who I am 'cause I know where I've been.
I've plucked banjo in holier than thou revivals
I've bucked Internal Revenue and Prohibition.
My toes have danced Appalachia and high stepped the Ozarks.
Some might read my sway for swagger.
No such thing!
My name is Carriage.
My occupation is railroad tramnp.
I'm the lady of the bobcat eyes.
I'm a kitten, wearing man-size mittens.
I'm the Cherokee they couldn't find to kill.
The Low Price of Gas
When the price is skyrocketing per gallon,
think of it as a luxury tax for the privilege of driving
on roads less cluttered by those who can't afford to travel.
think of it as a luxury tax for the privilege of driving
on roads less cluttered by those who can't afford to travel.
M over H
Congratulations.
Your name has been added to the list
of people I hope never to hear from again.
No ill feelings.
It's simply a matter of convenience,
a matter of mind over sentiment.
Your name has been added to the list
of people I hope never to hear from again.
No ill feelings.
It's simply a matter of convenience,
a matter of mind over sentiment.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Trapdoor Shoot
May you always have a window with big sky view.
Similarly, let your canvasses be like big French windows.
Boldly, draw open their curtains. Enter into Rembrandt gold.
Into Van Gogh sky slashes enter...into the laughter which is baroque.
I am fullness --- the exquisite model you sought but never found.
If are man enough to shoulder my weight, I will take you to untold works.
When we pause to rest, I will do your feet and make you squeal like a pig
for pleasure's sake. I am the lover you thought could not exist.
Like me, there will never be another.
but if somewhere, somehow she does exist,
she would still be me in different flesh,
yours to dare and yours to dare to keep.
Similarly, let your canvasses be like big French windows.
Boldly, draw open their curtains. Enter into Rembrandt gold.
Into Van Gogh sky slashes enter...into the laughter which is baroque.
I am fullness --- the exquisite model you sought but never found.
If are man enough to shoulder my weight, I will take you to untold works.
When we pause to rest, I will do your feet and make you squeal like a pig
for pleasure's sake. I am the lover you thought could not exist.
Like me, there will never be another.
but if somewhere, somehow she does exist,
she would still be me in different flesh,
yours to dare and yours to dare to keep.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The Virtue of Distance
They tempt me to hate them.
I hate that temptation.
"No friends or relations on weekend vacations."
I hate that temptation.
"No friends or relations on weekend vacations."
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