Tuesday, December 16, 2014

True Pudding



alligators swim in the sewers 
like 'squatch  drinking coffee in my favorite diner.
most people call him phil.

seldom are days when he decides he's had 
enough of the pudding served there 
for it is truly legendary

glimmering in the case as the jewel it is
on a slow spin
so that you can see it from every angle

the diner only serves the one flavor 
there is no need for another
perfection has been achieved

Follow the Leader



born into the world of winners
i travel the highways
never needing to look left or right.

i do though from time to time.

the things i see are incredulous to me.

everything taking a breath 
to see what my next move will be.
will i do as so many of my brothers and sisters have done 

will i surge headlong 
power jumping over the edge

be it waterfall, cliff, or high hill

i am unique 
say i
 i am 
lemming...

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Quote #347



like the weakened ram
rancid is the king who says bah.




Fuzzy Balls



walking with my head hung low
like my balls around my knees
I go to play tennis.


What is Your Favorite



eating is my favorite
walking next to you is my favorite
looking at old magazines is my favorite
the color blue is my favorite
the fruit of the orange is my favorite
spying on the world is my favorite
the eraser that has been worn down to a nub is my favorite
chop sticks are my favorite
rare is my favorite
ears are my favorite
corollas are my favorite
wet is my favorite
warm is my favorite

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

drop corp




drop
crop
chop
chip
chin
shin
spin
spun
spur


make
take
tare
tarp
carp
corp

 
 

Johnny Gluestick



wake up in the afternoon
life is full of promise.
start up the coffee maker 
sit down by my dreams.
paper 
pencil
tunes
Grab a cup of coffee
ran out of creamer.
drink it black.
Think about the days
when life was....

Johnny Gluestick
use a tissue
mustn't flick
Johnny Gluestick
use a tissue
mustn't pick
Johnny Gluestick
use a tissue
don't be sick
Johnny Gluestick
love of my life
you've slept in again

Now the days are long
the coffee less strong
The tunes seem sad
all my pencils are broken
paper torn
So I sit, drinking
thinking
about the days when life was.....