Thoughts that sometime...rhyme

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Thursday, December 18, 2008

Time running through my fingers.

Time lies wrecked by the side of the road, freeways meant to free us, increase travel time ten-fold. Time, crumpled, oozing seconds in the corner of my garage. So many projects waiting to be done. But I choose to waste time, doing something fun. Time in the end runs out, into another dimension from... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Drink to life.

Bits of ones life remain at this moment in time, water drops on the inside of our story’s pitcher. As Fate slowly sips life’s time through its lips, will the drops left be vinegar or honey? Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

A completely ridiculous poem about certain body parts.

The other day as I was looking at my weenie in the mirror, I saw my weenie looking back at me, looking at my weenie in the mirror. And then I thought, “gee, my weenie seems teenie, looking at me looking in the mirror wondering if a teenie weenie is something to fear?” Then I was embarrassed,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Buried in vinyl

The black disc glides Gently to the docking station The mother ship has returned And rotates at a stately 33 1/3rd rpm. The undocking arm moves into position The decoding of the message begins As the diamond tracks in the groove. Sounds fill the air Alarming, Soothing, Tempestuous “All we need is a... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

The nightmare after the election. Apologies to Mr. Moore.

T’was the night after the election And all through the land Every shady banker Was holding out their hand. Ma with her earplugs And I with my nightcap Had just settled in To watch TV without all the political bullcrap. When down in Washington D.C. there rose such a clatter I sprang from my Lazy-Boy... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

UFOs (from out of the past)

All so grand descending from the Mother Ship In and out of our lives they invisibly slip. Their must be some hidden away Somewhere Scientists busy solving the mystery Of just exactly what device is the Captains Chair? Roswell Roswell What did ye see? Nothing or something Or something that was... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The soft kiss.

I would love to kiss…. so that I’m the one you miss, writhing in your sleep. Was it a dream or real? You smile, remembering the memories we made. Sleep evades as longing wells up, desires fires burn and glow, passions embers smoldering under the covers. You can’t get me out of your head, What Was It... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

A silly French poem

Would you like to go to France And do the can-can dance? Or maybe climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower And just sit and look around for about an hour? We could spend some time in a sidewalk café Eating cheese, drinking wine and parlezing all day. I’d rent a Citroene Take the hubcaps off And like... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Sounds like a country song to me...

Brown bag blues - Since you left me I been lookin’ all around I looked out front I looked out back Fer that sad song I wrote on a brown grocery sack. I tried to block yore exit But I hadn’t counted on what you’d do nexit I didn’ think you’d run over me But I thought you had more since Than to gun... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Nursery Rhyme Politics.

Red State. Blue State. My State. You State. Politicians all fat Cause they stayed up late And ate. Green eggs and ham? If it gets votes They don’t dive a damn! Hillary had a little lamb And tried to fleece us all You know. And everywhere that Hillary went Bill will surely go. Obama didn’t invent the... Sign in to see full entry.

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