Thursday, April 06, 2006
Rant-Ku
Oh, phalo skeptic,
Don’t count on the sperm surfers,
But trout is quite nice.
Duct tape will save us,
Urge the Zamboni machine,
To microwave ice.
Artsy-fart sphincter
Quince awful tide smell
'Morrows waifish.
Wheelbarrow pious.
Swift, awesome bibliotics,
Fire! Fire! Pail speak spurned.
Vainly potato,
I’m busy right now, rude duuude,
You cumbent sweat lout.
Indented mot, chill
Pete, I’m big in Europe, pal,
The Macarena.
Fool on the hill, bam!
Shame bitch, lick the sea urchin
Oy! I scare myself.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Dear Katrina,
Water, water, everywhere!
And now everything
Rots and stinks.
Ain’t nobody
Going to name no child "Katrina"
After what you did here!
We’re all hoping
You get a hacking case
Of arctic emphysema
You blowhard bitch.
September 2005
Water, water, everywhere!
And now everything
Rots and stinks.
Ain’t nobody
Going to name no child "Katrina"
After what you did here!
We’re all hoping
You get a hacking case
Of arctic emphysema
You blowhard bitch.
September 2005
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
A letter to my love in Hibernia
Following your July leave,
Each day
Has been a monk's bowl of steamed white time.
Oh, the monotony.
Did you mean to take along
The good weather
As well?
Following your July leave,
Each day
Has been a monk's bowl of steamed white time.
Oh, the monotony.
Did you mean to take along
The good weather
As well?
Monday, July 25, 2005
The sound
Of truck tires
Crunching gravel,
Of truck tires
Crunching gravel,
Most times
Arrives first,
But there are times
Arrives first,
But there are times
When the sound of an engine
Is my first alert.
I look out
Through a parted blind or curtain
To confirm
It's the trashman,
Backing up.
Two bags this week,
Is my first alert.
I look out
Through a parted blind or curtain
To confirm
It's the trashman,
Backing up.
Two bags this week,
Two bags most.
When he looks up toward the house
Does he appreciate
The sins and virtues
When he looks up toward the house
Does he appreciate
The sins and virtues
He's taking out?
Friday, July 22, 2005
At any moment
One is either,
Up
down,
Moving forward,
Peddling back,
Moving sideways,
Or
At a stop.
Over time
There is a directional momentum
That is one's course.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
A call to the faithful;
We live in a time
Of suicide mentalities
That bundles
Belly bombs
About twisted tales
To explode,
Maim,
Kill
You,
I
For a media byte,
While the Imams,
Popes,
And common cloth clerics
Complicitiously propagate
Their sweat lodge collective,
That divides the division.
Their sweat lodge collective,
That divides the division.
You,
Who can read this,
Trace your sperm trail
Back to the communal birth brine.
Know that we are one,
And what separates us
Is them.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Friday, July 15, 2005
The Word
From within the convoluted mass,
Under the thatched dome,
And behind the aqueous lights,
Across the untraceable connections,
Through routes with bridges,
And those with bridges out,
Madly scavenging backyards,
Multiple cellars,
And seldom climbed attics,
Grabbing, thumping, tossing the discard out,
until the exasperated tailings
Mount like the minds bulk
To locate
A singular word,
Not the perfect word,
But the only word
When harped and bowed by the tongue
Will dance with its neighbors.
From within the convoluted mass,
Under the thatched dome,
And behind the aqueous lights,
Across the untraceable connections,
Through routes with bridges,
And those with bridges out,
Madly scavenging backyards,
Multiple cellars,
And seldom climbed attics,
Grabbing, thumping, tossing the discard out,
until the exasperated tailings
Mount like the minds bulk
To locate
A singular word,
Not the perfect word,
But the only word
When harped and bowed by the tongue
Will dance with its neighbors.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Behind the brick,
Behind the curtain,
Inside the in,
Outside the out,
In a slot,
On a shelf,
What’s a prison,
Behind the curtain,
Inside the in,
Outside the out,
In a slot,
On a shelf,
What’s a prison,
What’s a self?
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Paces,
Spaces,
Angular oasis,
Fracture framed,
And rectilinear,
Mitered,
Metered,
Measured
And
Meticulous.
Spaces,
Angular oasis,
Fracture framed,
And rectilinear,
Mitered,
Metered,
Measured
And
Meticulous.
Friday, July 01, 2005
Water, ,
Bi-polar,
Molecular manage a trois,
Two atoms hydrogen, one oxygen,
Sixty percent of my body,
Giver,
Taker,
Author,
Agent,
Transporter,
Landscaper,
Architect,
Sculptor,
Musician,
Magician,
Cleaner,
Chemist,
Playground,
Doctor,
Patent,
Divider,
Joiner,
Mixer,
A Mirror I can stir myself.
Bi-polar,
Molecular manage a trois,
Two atoms hydrogen, one oxygen,
Sixty percent of my body,
Giver,
Taker,
Author,
Agent,
Transporter,
Landscaper,
Architect,
Sculptor,
Musician,
Magician,
Cleaner,
Chemist,
Playground,
Doctor,
Patent,
Divider,
Joiner,
Mixer,
A Mirror I can stir myself.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Few of us
Will etch
A lasting impression
Beyond our one bone dance day.
History and myth
Become one,
And the future
Will have little time for the past.
Will etch
A lasting impression
Beyond our one bone dance day.
History and myth
Become one,
And the future
Will have little time for the past.
Monday, June 27, 2005
It is said
That in the everyday world
We live in three dimensions
But nothing could be further
From the truth.
The mind is constantly
Ferrying us off,
To times and places long since past,
Or to a future that may never happen.
That in the everyday world
We live in three dimensions
But nothing could be further
From the truth.
The mind is constantly
Ferrying us off,
To times and places long since past,
Or to a future that may never happen.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Storehouse,
There are many forms,
A cord of wood,
A silo.
A battery,
There are many forms,
A cord of wood,
A silo.
A battery,
A bureau,
A buck,
One’s mind,
A loved one,
A friend,
A family,
A neighborhood,
Community,
Nation,
Earth…
One’s mind,
A loved one,
A friend,
A family,
A neighborhood,
Community,
Nation,
Earth…
Saturday, June 25, 2005
The
Vanity of walls
Usurping Providential powers,
Holding back
While holding forth;
Division is a summation of additive subtraction.
Vanity of walls
Usurping Providential powers,
Holding back
While holding forth;
Division is a summation of additive subtraction.
Voluptuous
Granite peaks,
Mammary mountains,
Skywardly inpendulous,
That succor me both near and far,
Scrubbed by cloud and passing shower,
Your shadowed crags and ridges mark the hour.
When my final grain of time comes and passes
Granite peaks,
Mammary mountains,
Skywardly inpendulous,
That succor me both near and far,
Scrubbed by cloud and passing shower,
Your shadowed crags and ridges mark the hour.
When my final grain of time comes and passes
Place me in a valley beneath your cleavage.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Under the beams of the pavilion roof,
Before the stacked limestone fireplace,
Within site of owls,
Within earshot of none but ourselves,
Speaking of swans and balls and Dublin,
Bending elbows and hearing glass tinkle,
Dipping shrimp in blood red sea sauce,
Petting homage to the great black Dane,
We disinterred Huldah
Only to learn we didn’t know what to do with her,
Before the stacked limestone fireplace,
Within site of owls,
Within earshot of none but ourselves,
Speaking of swans and balls and Dublin,
Bending elbows and hearing glass tinkle,
Dipping shrimp in blood red sea sauce,
Petting homage to the great black Dane,
We disinterred Huldah
Only to learn we didn’t know what to do with her,
So back she went into the same dark ground!
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
The Challenge,
Select
Ten words
That encapsulates me:
Honest
Liar,
Powerfully
Vulnerable,
Energetically
Slothful,
Competively
Complacent,
Wide-eyed
Optipest?
Select
Ten words
That encapsulates me:
Honest
Liar,
Powerfully
Vulnerable,
Energetically
Slothful,
Competively
Complacent,
Wide-eyed
Optipest?
Monday, June 13, 2005
We are a mirror
Of own desires,
Maidenhead
Of our own gods,
Sprinkle thy self
And
Genuflect.
Of own desires,
Maidenhead
Of our own gods,
Sprinkle thy self
And
Genuflect.
We are a mystery
To ourselves
And
A mystery
To others.
Just when we think
We know
We change.
We are all
Shooting skeet
In a house of mirrors.
To ourselves
And
A mystery
To others.
Just when we think
We know
We change.
We are all
Shooting skeet
In a house of mirrors.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
We fool ourselves
Holding tight
With anchor
Aspirations
That one can
Walk back
As one walked out
With the world
Unchanged
As if time
Were arrested,
Save the exception,
With anchor
Aspirations
That one can
Walk back
As one walked out
With the world
Unchanged
As if time
Were arrested,
Save the exception,
Of our new experience.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Metalized Road Song
Rubber, chrome, leather,
Wind, road, land,
Unknown boils the cauldron,
Yahwey's land.
Glad head, glad hand,
Yah, yes, ma'am,
Ya-way or the highway,
Ya, yah, Yah..aaaaa
Rubber, chrome, leather,
Wind, road, land,
Unknown boils the cauldron,
Yahwey's land.
Glad head, glad hand,
Yah, yes, ma'am,
Ya-way or the highway,
Ya, yah, Yah..aaaaa
Friday, June 03, 2005
Shocking
The headline read,
“SCHOOLS TO PHASE TASERS.”
“Tasers!”, I said.
But have things really changed
From my paddle days
With Sister Mary Corporal Punishment?
“That's shocking,
The headline read,
“SCHOOLS TO PHASE TASERS.”
“Tasers!”, I said.
But have things really changed
From my paddle days
With Sister Mary Corporal Punishment?
“That's shocking,
Take that, take that …
For the love of God, boy,
For the love of God, boy,
For the love of God.”
Path Ahead
Old men with faltering steps
Have more trail behind
Then path ahead.
Old women with gobble necks,
Once pert girls,
Now sagging breasts.
Green fields
Will alchemize gold,
Spring, summer, autumn ... cold.
Old men with faltering steps
Have more trail behind
Then path ahead.
Old women with gobble necks,
Once pert girls,
Now sagging breasts.
Green fields
Will alchemize gold,
Spring, summer, autumn ... cold.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Middle Ground
I've never known total darkness,
Will it blot infinite light?
Yang, yin, hell, heaven,
I've never known total darkness,
Will it blot infinite light?
Yang, yin, hell, heaven,
Devils and gods devine polar playgrounds,
We mere mortals must muddle on middle ground.
We mere mortals must muddle on middle ground.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
I stand in the glare
of your shadow.
Dance in the trail
of your swirl.
How do I mail
You a kiss,
Or, if need be,
Find you to fax you a frown?
of your shadow.
Dance in the trail
of your swirl.
How do I mail
You a kiss,
Or, if need be,
Find you to fax you a frown?
Spring rain, swollen brook,
Wet is the sound of water,
Tears awash drought.
Wet is the sound of water,
Tears awash drought.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
“ “
CAT
A
Lithe,
Supple,
Flexible
Willowy,
Graceful,
Stretchy, springing, pouncer.
CAT
A
Lithe,
Supple,
Flexible
Willowy,
Graceful,
Stretchy, springing, pouncer.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Last Mooring
All vessels
Have final moorings,
The better captains have long planned,
But I suspect
Most are tethered
To an unintended last end.
All vessels
Have final moorings,
The better captains have long planned,
But I suspect
Most are tethered
To an unintended last end.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Gathering words to describe you
I could say
You are the unchallenged promise
Of every clear dawn,
The circular comfort
Knitting our nest,
The smile on my face
At the sound of your steps,
The light as it contours your nippled breasts,
Your voice bridging pillows
Preparing for rest,
You are the grant of tomorrow
And joy’s present tense.
I could say
You are the unchallenged promise
Of every clear dawn,
The circular comfort
Knitting our nest,
The smile on my face
At the sound of your steps,
The light as it contours your nippled breasts,
Your voice bridging pillows
Preparing for rest,
You are the grant of tomorrow
And joy’s present tense.
Centuries Old Peat Releasing Imprisoned Sunlight
photo by George J. Jerry
Cop 'n Count
Not all roses are red,
Nor all violets blue,
Sugar has calories,
Let's burn some ;-) say you?
Friday, May 20, 2005
Looking Back to the Future
Beneath my feet a runway carpet
Of mowed green plants,
I recognized the grass,
The weeds I can’t.
What do we really know,
Looking back,
Beyond the interregnums,
Copernicus, Newton, Darwin, Einstein …
Surely, another paradigm cracked?
Beneath my feet a runway carpet
Of mowed green plants,
I recognized the grass,
The weeds I can’t.
What do we really know,
Looking back,
Beyond the interregnums,
Copernicus, Newton, Darwin, Einstein …
Surely, another paradigm cracked?
Saturday, May 14, 2005
It's Guinness at night but it's "Oh my god" in the morning
photo by George J. Jerry
The Gawd Proof
Last night's party
Has become this morning's bane,
What more proof
That there is a god
Whose calculus set the universal laws
By which all things
From planets and stars,
To people in bars,
Act accordingly,
Or suffer the consequence?
Has become this morning's bane,
What more proof
That there is a god
Whose calculus set the universal laws
By which all things
From planets and stars,
To people in bars,
Act accordingly,
Or suffer the consequence?
Friday, May 13, 2005
(With apologies to Carl Sandburg & Frank Sinatra)
Chicago
Chic-ago, Chick-ago,
You’re my kind of town.
Chicago,
Chic-ago, Chick-ago,
You’re my kind of town.
Chicago,
You’re no longer known for stacking wheat,
Or butchering hogs into meat,
You’re a broad shoulder town by Michigan lake.
Chicago,
Or butchering hogs into meat,
You’re a broad shoulder town by Michigan lake.
Chicago,
You’re now renown,
For your arts,
For your arts,
And grand boulevards near your parks,
Fancy fountains that spray the air,
Wind that blows everyone's hair,
Buildings tall, but not always square,
Chicago,
Fancy fountains that spray the air,
Wind that blows everyone's hair,
Buildings tall, but not always square,
Chicago,
You’re my kind of town.
