Saturday, May 10, 2008
QUASIMODO TAUNTS SUN...AGAIN!
Quasimodo points his paintbrush in the Sun’s eye. So, the Sun begins to cry, then gets very angry, and shuts the sky down, and reaches for his rifle. The shots crackle through the firmament as he (the Sun) shoots frozen pellets at the perp, who is hot-footing it back into his tower seeking his...
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Friday, May 9, 2008
CARA CLARA
What’s in a face might be none of my business Sparrows don’t cling to dawn Does the red dog bark only at noon? My feet are not my thought But they take me where I’m going Simpler to think what one is Or declare the same name twice Without the mirror
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Monday, May 5, 2008
I READ A POEM TODAY
I read a poem today That carried me to the bluntness Of my truths Some unexamined And others that got away I am lackluster in my turpentine I sing songs in my veil Waiting to be touched By an unknown saint Who knows another song
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Sunday, May 4, 2008
OTHER GHOSTS
The lesson is in the poem or is it the other way around? If I can’t find it now, maybe later when my ghosts aren’t watching me They’re a paranoid lot dedicated to protecting me from myself as if I were heir to a kingdom I can’t complain because I invented them but now I can’t go any place without...
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Saturday, May 3, 2008
SHOWTIME FOR AN OPTOMIST
Once, somewhere in time I wanted to be noticed and appreciated So I went to the pigeons and gave them the last of my Saltines They cooed, strutted and ate them all up without even looking at me So, I went into the woods and danced beneath the trees, ending in my pirouette-- Tra-la! But the trees...
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QUEST
Time to find the inner scale the outer has become shake-worthy the mind opts to travel as long as there are paths to follow Perhaps all this is known before seeking dimension: A story must record itself within its outer form Is there another way to have a life? Tedious the chore! But I would expect...
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Sunday, April 27, 2008
EXISTENTIALIST IN MY CLOSET
There’s an existentialist in my closet snoring in my shoe Sometimes I know his dreams better than my own because I don’t have any But I put him under my bed, once and dreamed why Buddha climbs no mountains while three Christs show me their new pockets There’s an existentialist in my closet a hermit...
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Friday, April 25, 2008
THE ROAD TO SEX
IF I COULD HAVE SEX ALL DAY I’D PROBABLY GET VERY CONFUSED ALL THE ZINK WOULD BE DRAINED FROM MY BODY AND I’D SEE THE SUN AS THE MOON THEN I’D BE THE LAST MINER IN CAMP TO WATCH MY BONES FALL APART MY TONGUE WOULD WIND UP IN MY SKULL AND THAT’S WHEN MY EYES WOULD POP OUT NO, THE ROAD TO SEX IS NOT...
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Sunday, April 20, 2008
HUMORIST SUCCOMBS TO RARE AND EMBARASSING PROBLEM
Well, tongue and cheeking has been around thousands of years, and its the first we at WRAYL (We Report And You Listen) ever heard about it too. Its a rear and little known condition called Myapoperia. Now if you don't have a dry sense of humor (if any humor at all)--not to worry, because it only...
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Saturday, April 12, 2008
ENDO-WIPES MAKES CRYING FUN
Did you know 50 million people suffer from dry eyes, never being able to express a watery emotion? If that's you, then take a look at new product. Endo-Wipes. Dr. John approved, and completely allergenic, these tissues (looks like Kleenex)is guaranteed to work for you! One dab in each eye will not...
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