Monday, February 24, 2020

SEE AND SMILE




HAPPY
MOVING THROUGH THE WORLD
LOST IN BOOKS
ENGROSSED IN THOSE AROUND ME
I'M HAPPY

SIMPLE, YES
STILL TRUE

TRAVERSE THE DISTANCE



THROUGH THE BRIGHTLY LIT HALLS 
I TRAVERSE
FEELING AS THOUGH I TOO SHOULD BE SMILING
THE DRAWINGS FROM THE PEOPLE THAT CAME BEFORE ME 
SOME PLACES SCATTERED, SOME IN TIGHT UNIFORMED LINES
TELL STORIES I FEEL I HAVE LIVED

REMORSE, GRATITUDE, EMPTINESS AND JOY
STARING AT EACH PICTURE FOR SOME GLIMPSE INTO MY OWN STORY
CITIES DRAWN, PROUD STANDING, THEN BURNED TO THE GROUND.
AIRCRAFT BLAZING THEIR WAY INTO THE INFINITE, ONLY TO CRASH DUE TO RANDOM MISCALCULATIONS AND GRAVITY

HOW DOES SOMEONE DESCRIBE THEMSELVES TO OTHERS
IT'S SOMETHING I HAVE ALWAYS FALTERED ON.
WATCHING OTHERS I BELIEVE I CAN SEE THEM
DEVOURING THE TIME GIVEN TO THEM WITH RELISH
AND THE OCCASIONAL BUNCH OF FINELY CHOPPED ONIONS

WOULD I BE HAPPIER AMONG THE SHADOWS
I HOPE THE ANSWER IS NO
BUT AT TIMES I WONDER 
AT TIMES I SEEK IT ALL
AT TIMES I TRAVERSE 

Friday, February 21, 2020

FFBT



FUTILE FRUGAL BUGLE TUBA
CORNED CANNED BANNED BASS
HITHER HIPPO SKIPBO TONG
WHITHERED WINO DRUM SLUM 


LET'S FACE IT




YOU
ARE LUCKY
SHE HAS A SOFT SPOT , SOME CALL IT A WEAKNESS,
FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU
CAUSE , LET'S FACE IT
YOU ARE RUNNING TOWARDS A BLEAK PLACE
SOME WOULD SAY SPRINTING

YOU 
SHOULD BE MORE 
ALERT TO THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU
THOSE WHOSE LIVES YOU TOUCH
CAUSE, LET'S FACE IT
YOUR OFTEN LIKE A PLAGUE
KILLING AS YOU GO

YOU
COULD TURN YOURSELF
AROUND AND STOP THE MADNESS YOU CREATE
FOR PEOPLE LIKE HER
WHO YOU ARE TEARING DOWN
CAUSE, LET'S FACE IT
....

LUCKY VIOLETS



READ ARE THE ROSE
BLEW ARE THE VIOLET
THEIR STAMEN EXUBERANT
AND ALL IS SET

PICKLED PARROTS PREENING THROUGH THE HAZE




walking forward with iron hooves
candy laden streets,troughs full to the brim
fire soaked cloths in dreams
parrots preening through the haze
pickled lathes riddled with fools at the ready
unto the daybreak the souls stagger
weaving
tapestry draped out among the littered dunes
ale for the ailing, juice squeezed from plaster walls
addled in their minds,mindful of the steps
each takes
steeling themselves
for salvation and destruction
fleeting moments filled with clarity and pain
the sun is rising, peeking from under the covers it held so tight
oranges and yellows wash into the indigo swaths
the horses of the third shift cough politely
their kind way of saying the night has lifted
the day has both ended and just begun
children will be waking
first shift will take them on their way
finally rest will descend as the sun continues to rise
for the people riding forward with iron hooves

Thursday, February 20, 2020

ROUND AND ROUND THE GRASSHOPPER GLANDS



ROUND CROWNS FIT THE BEST
ROUND TIRES GO THE FARTHEST
ROUND HERE, WE DON'T GIVE A GOSH TOOTIN
ROOTIN FOR ROUND , ROUND HERE
IN THESE PARTS 
IS LIKE BELLY DANCING FOR GRASSHOPPER GLANDS
SWEAT, LIKE OLD MONEY AND THE LOVING PUREE OF TOE JAM
ROUND GOES THE WORLD, OR SO WE ARE TAUGHT
ECLIPSE THE ELIPSE, RUN THE COUNTRY MILE
HONEY FROM THE SUCKLE GRAPE ON THE VINE
ROUND AND ROUND, DIZZY UNTIL THE END
WHIRLY GIG AND GIGS OF POWER. 
SING THE BLESSED GROVES FROM THE TAMPED NIGHT
ROUND CROWNS WITH POINTS TO STAB AND PLUNDER
ROUND TIRES TO WEAR AWAY THE MILES
WHERE THERE'S A BEAR, YOU WILL FIND THE SQUARE
NO BEAR WEARS THE ROUND CROWN 
IN PARTS AROUND THAR'


waxing tendrils





twas
twasn't

twas the night
screeched the day.

twas the day
screeched the night

ambivalence from the trees
with the crows perched within

surprise from the glades who so recently
sang the praises of both from it's dankness and sweat

eargerly  rancid time groped for a foothold upon either party
angerly the juxtapositioned entities spoke and raked the other against the 

near imperceptible clawing 
of the abyss, and all of 

her waxing tendrils
be of a mind

be sound

group hug






snack light, night light, pack light, good night
blemish on the star
park the dark car against the stark quarantine mark
place the guava gently upon the blade 
rolling eyes' ones that have been plucked and dropped.
mask the day , mask the night, mask the tape
drifting, pushing wicker against the grain, the wheat, the prank
misfit of time, greet the wonderous aroma of ofal
packed tight like a loose sweater
bulbous bulbs poke from the ground
swell is the dischord of whorish brandishing
encroachment, encampment , to the mine of the mind, blue curses form from the red
toast
burned,
mental groan
smith & wesson oil
drink deep, cough shallow, swept into the mist

GOOSE AND GRIDDLE NEVER GONE




MAKESHIFT
BOIL THE SHRIMP
TINY PUZZLES LITTER THE SKY
PINK FEATHERS GRAZE IN THE ATMOSPHERE
WHILE HOGS JOIN THE GRIDDLE SERVERS
PANCAKE TO THE HOLY
PICTURE THE GRAY 
INTO THE MIND BEAR
WIZEN
WHITHERED
WIZARD 
TO DECAY
JOYCE WAS NEVER THE TARGET, ONLY THE PLOY
GREEN PLACARDS SPLAYED UPON YOUR HOMES
BLUE MOODS CHUMP THE RISEN 
GOPHER SENDS HIS LOVE
 TO THE PLANKS , SHIVERS, AND GRINS
AWAITING IN THE BACK OF EVERYONE'S FRIDGE
SILENCE
 IS THE GLEAN
THE ROPES OF MASTERY GIVE AWAY NOTES
AND NUTS, AND CIGARETTE BUTTS
BRUISE THE HONEST
TRAP THE INNOCENT
SPRAWL AND WONDER
PREGNANT PAUSE
TWINS ON THE WAY
DEE AND DUM
IGNORE THE OCEAN SCUM
WANDER
THROUGH YOUR DAY
THE WAY A WIGGLE DOES
PLAY THE HARP, RIP THE HEART
PLUMBED THE RUPTURE
'SPLODING TUBES OF ANGER
HOTDOGS SERVED ON RASBERRY HAMBURGER WHEAT
CLOGGED IS THE MERRIMENT AND THE SANDSTONE GRIT
HOORAH, HOORAH
GLIMPSE THE LIGHT BEFORE THE FRAY
INDIGO, IN YOU GO, STUFFED
CRAMMED IN THE CLAM
PEARL OF THE SANE

GRIN AND SLITHER




GREETINGS FROM HERE TO THERE
THE JESTERS ARE KEEN TO MAKE YOU LAUGH
THE POLITICIANS TO GET YOUR VOTE
THE EVERYDAY JOE AND JANE 
REGALED IN THEIR GOWNS AND GET UPS

TRACK THE BEAST
HUNT THE SIMPLE
GROWN IN YOUR BACKYARD 
THE HUMMUS FIELDS DO FLOW
THE WIND INSTRUMENTS GROWL AN EERIE TONE
AS THE WIZ MAKES HIS ENTRANCE

GLOOM AND DOOM AND MACAROON
PUSHERS AND PICKERS GALORE
WRECKING THE TROMBONE BISCUITS AS THEY APPEAR
GET IT OVER, PULL THE PLUG
BLUNT IS THE NAME OF THE DAY






GROOVY GRAVY and the THE BULLET TRAIN





GROOVY IS THE SOUND
YOUR FEET SKIP 
THE ROAD AHEAD LIES BEHIND
WHAT AN AWESOME TRIP
BEGONE CLOTHES, MAKE WITH THE STRIP

HOLD THE CABOOSE
HOLD YOUR OWN
NEED A COUCH
YOU CAN GET ONE ON LOAN
GOING GRAVY, GETTING GROWN

GORILLAS WITH GUNS
'EVER MAKING WITH THE JOKE
LUCY IS QUIET
GOLDFISH FEATHERS BULLET WHILE YOU STROKE
TOO FAST TOO HARD , UNTIL IT'S BROKE

RIDING, READING LIFT UP
ROARING, GEARING TO THE SUMMIT
PASSENGER TRAIN ON THE LEFT
OVER THE HILL TO PLUMMET
GIDDY UP, GUITAR STRUM IT.