I dream in hieroglyphicsand ink the walls of caves; eschew the honorifics, the accolades, the raves. It's all for fun, and all for free- I'll never make a buck. Matter of fact, I'm in the hole, but still I run amok.
I sit, folded into a flypaper chair. No one refills my coffee. I speak to google, and she answers. Sometimes tritely, and other times voluminously. Phrasing is important. She has a programmed sense of humor. We never mention Alexa, that bitch. Image: https://pixabay.com/users/geralt-9301/
Nights at the round table!Spouts of hot teasloshed into cups of tiny china.Cards and clinking glasses,glinting toothy smiles!One nods offafter too many Jameson’s.Piggyback up the stairs,unfold him into bed, hah!Open a window, will you?What, tired already?It’s only two!
I never knew what cats were thinking, until my teenaged daughter started "rescuing" them, one by one, and bringing them home. In one case, it was a clandestine operation involving a smuggle under her jacket, and a fait accompli when we arrived. Like many Dads, I found it hard to stay mad for very long,... Continue Reading →
now I lay me down to sleep there's no more noises, not a peep the shades are pulled, the light is out and slumber's what it's all about fluff the pillow, warm the feet Sin's solicitations meet mantras said to calm the mind gently will the stress unwind in five or ten or twenty three... Continue Reading →
I heard that they will float you In a sea of Epsom Salt To ease away your tension And things that aren’t your fault You’re naked, with a blindfold The water is just right Then the doctors mention “Do not put up a fight”. “We’ll use you as a guinea pig To get our readings... Continue Reading →
Have you heard 'bout the poor country bumpkin And his horse who would only eat pumpkin? It grew so obese That it frightened his geese And he gave it the name "Fatty Lumpkin" * *with apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien
just outside my bedroom door that little beggar waits it's finished all the bowls of food and licked the empty plates it's pigeon-toed and cross-eyed a ghastly sight to see belly drags upon the floor and a gaze that's fixed on me I think it has a pocket watch (it always knows the time) and... Continue Reading →
Me and my dear daughter Are a-goin' to the moon She's pilot of our spaceship And we've gotta get there soon We're bringin' back some samples Of rocks an' dymond jools We know somebody up there We've never been no fools She fires up the thrusters Her job, it is to land I'm suited up... Continue Reading →
a stork, a crane, a pelican a leaping jumping gnu a fish's spiny skeleton a pouchy kangaroo a monkey, mink, and elephant a cassowary too but daisies are not relevant the cattle will but chew cats and bats and dragonflies and porky pigs and cows and things we can't reclassify until the time allows the... Continue Reading →