Saturday, November 8, 2008
ME & WINNIE HOW-HOW
She’s called Winnie How-How because her name is Winnie, and she knows how to do most anything. I met her thru I.V.--that’s my inner voice who I keep locked up in my cellar because he likes to drink and sing…not that there is anything oppressive about our relationship because I keep telling him if he...
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Wednesday, November 5, 2008
THE PANHANDLER
This talking commercial won’t stop Now it’s walking beside me Everywhere I go I’m the pigeon-holed beggar Asking for my life back After all, it’s mine Hey, I am what I am because Life attacked me, once But now I got to make myself feel guilty Because I can’t pass up A good good-bye I’m the...
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Saturday, October 25, 2008
IN THE AUTUMN OF METAPHOR
Maybe I wish to sing of love like Neruda with gnarled roots twisting into this earth, my soil And to grasp this hand that would lead me back into my unaccomplished deeds Maybe, I wish I knew how to sing a song without metaphor and be carried like a seed to the threshold of my being To sing this song...
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Sunday, October 19, 2008
CHAP2: MY BACKDOOR TO METAPHYSICS
(For Chap 1 see page 6) 2: BEGININGS AND ENDINGS, AGAIN I just told you Chap 2 was in its preparation. So, here I am two months later, trying to thread this needle--and you know how that is. You wet the thread in your mouth, line the little eyelet with the one eye that’s still working, and just when...
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Saturday, October 18, 2008
OF LOVE, DEATH, AND SEX (A SHORT ESSAY)
I think I read, or heard someplace that a male in his 20’s thinks about sex about 60,000 time a minute (faster than the speed of light). Now I can’t personally vouch for this fact (or what goes through the minds of women) but I have noticed that as I grow older things tend to slow down, because now...
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Friday, October 17, 2008
JOE, THE PLUMBER
Joe, the plumber Just raised a question And now the media is attacking me I don’t know why they don’t Read my poems and see What we are about to be But when they start destructing Our hopes and our reasonable dreams After they puncture their own tires Perhaps they'll have to deal with me!
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Monday, October 13, 2008
NEW CONFESSIONS
I happen to like the little packages my mind puts on my doorstep so anomalously So today I find a little box (shake, shake… is there anything inside it?) The directions read: “The reversible box. Turn it inside out, and you have the same box” How clever my mind is to me And if it were my suitor We...
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Saturday, October 11, 2008
ODE TO THE WONDERFUL
OK, SO EVERYTHING HAS A VEIL DID I TELL YOU THAT WRITING IN CAPS REally (oops) SIMPLIFIED MY KEYBOARD BUT IT’S NO BIG THING I JUST CALL IT A CASE STUDY AND WHY WOULDN’T THE WONDERFUL BE WEARING A VEIL? IT’S A LOT BETTER THAN READING LIPS IN THE RAIN WITH FOGGEY GLASSES WHICH IS WHY I STOPPED GOING...
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Wednesday, October 1, 2008
OH, ARE THE SEASONS CHANGING...AGAIN!
HEY, JUST 12 WEEKS AGO IT WAS SPRING AND IF I WEREN’T PAYING ATTENTION I MIGHT HAVE MISSED SUMMER! NOW THE LEAVES ARE CRINKLING THEIR NOSES AT ME AGAIN SO I DON’T KNOW WHETHER TO PARTY OR GO TO SLEEP WITH THE TREES OK, SO IT’S HARVEST TIME AGAIN AND NOW I GOT TO GO RENT A COUPLE OF COWS TO BRING TO...
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Sunday, September 28, 2008
MICROCONDRIAL LUCY
MICROCANDRIAL LUCY LIKES TO PLAY DEAD UNTIL SHE FEELS A BREEZE UP HER SKIRTS AND ONE-FINGERS THE PIANO INTO THE PAN OF DESTIINY--WOW! SO TWO-FINGER LUCY GOES TO TOWN PRECUSSING THE UNKNOWN COOKIN’ ON HER KEYBOARD HER DESTINY IN SOUND WHEN TEN-FINGER LUCY STARTS COOKIN’ EVERYTHING COMES ALIVE (THE...
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