I THINK: THE VENGEFUL, TRICKY GOD’S THE ONE WHO GIVES US “METH,”
AND PHARMACEUTICAL DRUGS – AND PROMISES OF HEAVEN,
AND HAPPY EVER AFTER, WITH RACE CARS, EVER “REVV-IN’ –
MAKING LOTS OF NOISE AND FUMES! COMPETING! CRASH-N-BURNIN’ –
SAYIN’ LOTS OF LONG, LONG PRAYERS! AND REALLY – OVER-LEARNIN’!
STICK-TO-YOUR-DIET; BE-SURE TO EAT “CLEAN,”
WHEN “CLEAN” DON’T EXIST, AND-CENSORS-CALL: “OBSCENE!” EVERYTHING! THAT-MAKES-YOU – FEEL-[EVEN]- A-LITTLE-BIT-GOOD!
I think The God -you’re-worshiping ‘s “A Devil,” and(s)he-obviously would,
“PEACOCKS BEWARE!” a poem
Peacocks! Peacocks! Don’t -ever-bring-HUMANS – into-your-pen! – – – For they will bring – bad luck to you! ‘specially-if-they-think-you’re-a hen! – – – In which case, they will TRY – to pluck! Yes, pluck-out all your-nice “show!” – – – Thinking-they-can-cook you up! as a- fricassee-ed-po-llo, – – – So, keep them OUT – those vile “chaps” – and-their-lady-cooks TO BOOT! – – – Cowboys (and Indians) [are] SO STUPID! THE HUMAN IS A BRUTE! – – – Plus! They are SO DULL – their color is – like – DIRTY TAN! – – – kinda burnt reddish- orange, the color of pitiful man, – – – And – SO! They covet – YOUR FINE FLAIR! – – – Your feathers’ hue – so, just beware! – – – Keep those filthy things WAY OUTSIDE! – – – And, from-them – your feathers! Always HIDE! fin ❤
A LITTLE ROMANCE?” another (moosh-ee) poem Feb. 4, 2019 (Moan-day)
When a “little romance” be-comes – (an) “eternal affair,” An-internal-investigation – may be warranted “there,” To-discover-The-Nature: of LOVE-and/or-PASSION; F – – – ing around – is always in fashion, WHEN LOVE-MEETS NON-RESISTANCE, And BOTH-PARTIES HAVE-INSISTENCE, Then, it-doesn’t-require-much-persistence, To-maintain – this-comfortable-distance, For, it-cumes-on-so-easily, with-everything-in-place, And we-don’t-even-need-lubricant -to-re-populate-the-race, With some new human beings, alive – and-in-Love, Fluids-drip off-our-lips, below and above, And the dribble just spills- upon your longing-hips, (Which-ain’t-there-from-me, for-I’m-“down,” doing-“dips!”) Your-hips-wiggle-and-sway – in-their-easy-Southern-Style! Yeah,-baby! A-Little-Romance – Can sure make us smile!
“OFFICE VISIT TO THE DOCTOR WE BOTH KNOW AND RESPECT!” a poem a.k.a.: “An Intriguing Encounter At The Office!” January 23, 2019 – Wednesday
I went to Doctor Roman’s office this afternoon, and (s)he is married!
“I am feeling a bit anxious and harried,
Because I found this genital wart [on my genitals!!] today!
[I’m a little ‘short’ this week, so-how-much-will-I-need-to-pay?]
[It COULD be cancerous!] So, what would you suggest?
[I-know-I’ve-fucking-got-CANCER!] What-alternative is the best?
[I’M GONNA DIE!] I feel awfully fragile!
[In bed are you pretty agile?]
[FUCK ME! Just DO IT!] So, you DO agree,
I should take something! [If I-show-you-mine, can I see,
YOURS?] Yes, I’m-so-concerned; thanks-for-your-attention!
[Right NOW! Fuck me! I’m HORNY, and-did-I-mention],
I’m having headaches! [‘Cause I’m NOT GETTING ANY]!
Before I came, I called my partner Henny,
And (s)he said: [Screw me NOW!]
That I was just ‘having a cow!’
[It ITCHES! Scratch it!] But I may be bleeding there too;
I just needed – to know what to do!
[Oh, GOD! I’m hoooo-rny!] Thanks-for-the-recommendation, Doctor!”
{“Yes, Henny, I WAS able to talk-t-‘her!’
(S)he’ll-be-fine; a placebo I gave-‘her;’
Yes, at the regular time, unless Gladys-is-in-labor!
No, (s)he doesn’t suspect us, I do not think;
Yes, I know! Our affair would raise such a stink,
But, just know, (s)he’s so unstable, IF (s)he (ever) finds out,
WE’RE BOTH DEAD! A plantars wart* was-all-it-was-about!”}
fin ❤
* – Plantars warts are small growths that usually appear on weight-bearing areas! So how can anyone get such a growth on their genitals? (pause) :0 –
“HEART OF HEARTS!” a poem for M. January 24, 2019 (Thor’s Day)
I’m such a simple chap, with some-poetry-and-art, To offer YOU! It is not much, but you have touched my HEART, And – What that means, I am not sure I Since I met-you, I’m in “a blur,” .
THINKING OF YOU ALL THE t i M e,
Penning THIS, and OTHER r h y M e,
In LOVE, and, Lord, it is so sweet; I cast my HEART there, at your feet, And, when you ask me WHY-I-love- Y O U, I say: “I HAVE NO CLUE!” “Well, that’s-just-the-answer-I-needed-to-hear, ’cause-HONEY-I-love-you-too!
A Cowboys Prayer. I Lord I Reckon I’m not much by myself, I fail to do a lot of things I ought to today; but when the trails are step and the pass is high, help me ride it straight the whole way through. And in the failing dusk, when I get a final call, I do not care how many flowers the send; above all, the happiest trial will be for you to say to me ” lets ride my friend”
“THE SALVATION SONG!” a song and a poem! a.k.a.: “How To Make It All Right With Bubbles And Tiny Hops Now And Forever!”* December 31, 2018 – January 1, 2019 to be sung to the tune of – – – **
I’m saving all The Universe, I’m savin’ it right NOW,
And-I am quite a GI-ANT! with my blue, bay-bay-by cow;
I’ll save all of this Universe, by flying-towards-The-Sun,
And-I’ll vanquish all the dragons (windmills) – you-know I’ll never run!
I swing at THAT-OLD (baseball) PITCH, and-I’ll “knock-it-out-the-Park;”
I’ll blow up mean ol’ JAWS, I will! He’ll be a gimpy shark!
I’m savin’ all The Universe, and THANOS stands NO CHANCE,
‘Cause, when he grabs The Gaunlet, (pause) I’ll pull down on his pants!!
The War of Armageddon – will never happen – for,
I neutralized “their” weapons, and they don’t have no more!!
I had-a-me a baby, with-THE-5th-ELEMENT,
And Leeloo thinks I’m “peachy,” even-though I’m crude and bent!
Yeah! Now you ask me questions, like “Where-do-we-go-from-here?”
But – I’ve no bloody answers, to questions laced with fear!
Just let your hair down, Honey – and smell The Yellow Rose;
I AM your LONE STAR, baby – I’ve-already-lost-my-clothes!
To-EXPOSE all those things hidden – It might be quite a shock!
When Donald Trump, he shivers – with a little, shriveled –
KNOCK,
Upon THE DOOR ETERNAL! There are no limits here,
So, SPREAD YOUR WINGS and fly away – or grab yourself a beer!*
fin ? ❤
“Sometimes, bubbles and hops turn out to be everyone’s SALVATION!” The Mystic Poet! “Kanpei!” “Salud!” “Cheers!”
** – LONESTAR! A song AND a new Marvel Universe Superhero, who usually: (1) shows up with NO costume on, just – (Tony) stark naked! (2) embodies the “aspects” of a host of LOSERS***, who have been TEMPORARILY “defeated,” but are NOW – back in action! and (3) saves the day, overcoming “impossible odds” because he is just so – NAIVE! (What a clown!)
*** – which includes: (1) PAUL BUNYAN (and his blue ox “BABE!”); (2) Korben Dallas, the heroic mercenary who saves Leeloo, “The Fifth Element,” in the film of the same name; (3) CASEY “at the bat,” who “strikes out” each time we read that poem; (4) Icharus, the young, brash “flyer,” who straps waxed feathers to himself, so he can fly up to The Sun; (5) Police Chief Martin Brody, who finally subdues THE BIG SHARK; and, of course, our favorite: (6) Don Quixote! IF YOU FIND ANY OTHER LOSERS in this song, don’t be surprised!
A cowboy, who just moved to Wyoming from Texas , walks into a bar and orders three mugs of Bud. He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, “You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time.”
The cowboy replies, “Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Arizona , the other is in Colorado . When we all left our home in Texas , we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I’m drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself.”
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way.
He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss.”
The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.
“Oh, no, everybody’s just fine,” he explains, “It’s just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking.”
“Hasn’t affected my brothers though.”
“A SEQUENCE OF FREQUENCE!” a poem Sunday: December 9, 2018
CAUSE-and-EFFECT? Well – Yes AND No! Is-IT-a-“crap shoot?” Oh, YES! – (and)-“a-little”-can-go – A-Real long way – It can carry the day – And, then, lose you tomorrow, What-of: “SURCEASE OF SORROW?!”*
Is life so intense? Well, IF SO, we can-mention: About-what-gives-rise – to the intense dimension: Yes, it’s just-one-sequential-step, To-lose-intense, just be “hep,” And RELAX-around-life – you-need-NOT-take (a) poll, To lose your intense, just LOSE-THE-CONTROL!
Can’t lose The Control, ’cause you are too “cock-sure?” I remind ALL again – a-sad(?)-reminder (?) – from SIR: “We’re-all-just-addicted, to Strength, Faith & Law, And – when-weak-unsure chaos – lifts-up ITS paw, We shudder – and cry out – into The Night!” (Drama[tic]-Queens – can-not – look-in-The-Light!)
SO, OPEN YOUR CURTAINS – AND LET THE LIGHT BLIND, ALL OF YOUR CERTAINTY, PUSHED BY YOUR MIND – Certain – and Clever – and-ready-to-control, And – AIMING AT TARGETS (we-imagine) ARE “THE GOAL!”
Life is a Mystery – LIVING – BIZARRE, “Love”-has-a-history – of going too far, YOU-DON’T-HAVE-TO-PROTECT-IT – IT DOES F I N E – ON ITS OWN, Just-pet-your-doggie! He’ll Find His Own Bone! 🙂 – Woof!
I would like to share a personal experience with my friends about drinking and driving.
This might save you the cost and embarrassment of being arrested for DUI.
As you know, people have been known to have unexpected brushes with the authorities from time to time, often on the way home after a “social session” with family or friends. Well, this year, it happened to me.
I was out for the evening to a party and had more than several margaritas coupled with a bottle of rather nice red wine. It was held at a great Mexican restaurant.
Although relaxed, I still had the common sense to know I was slightly over the limit.
That’s when I did something I’ve never done before…I took a taxi home.
On the way home there was a police roadblock, but since it was a taxi they waved it past and I arrived home safely without incident. These roadblocks can be anywhere and I realized how lucky I was to have chosen to take a taxi.
The real surprise to me was I had never driven a taxi before.
I don’t know where I got it, and now that it’s in my garage I don’t know what to do with it.
"If you think it is so easy to be a critic, so difficult to be a poet or a painter or film experimenter, may I suggest you try both? You may discover why there are so few critics, so many poets." - Pauline Kael
