8.2.09

Spending all I've got
on a shot at the Dream,
The odds are
really long and the prizes
obscene

The wishes of the dishes are only to be clean.

stick pin gifts

in handheld hearts

stuck through and schooled

in the blackest of arts.

sidewalk

Upon a walk

I stop to talk

to the people who come my way

My dog and I

the passersby

enjoying another day

March 16th

Lyric whip snaps it all into place

to dress up stupid ideas with

the finest pearls & lace & lights

flashing diamond smashing overload

Placemats #3

That shit is Bananas.

Apples
Oranges
Kiwi
Pineapple
Strawberries
Blueberries
Musk Melon
Grapes
Peaches
Pears
Grapefruit

Grapefruit? Looks and tastes nothing like grapes. It is almost like someone ran out of ideas, and just added the word Fruit to another kind of Fruit. If you ask me, that is just bananas.

Placemats #2

Issue number One

full moon boom

There is a limit, which I have disregarded,
to how much shrimp cocktail
a person should eat in one sitting.

Right now in my stomach cooked, chilled and chewed sea bugs,
seasoned with a blend of ketchup, garlic, horseradish,
lemon juice and worstershire sauce
are having it out with a six pack of canned beer.

I'm sending in a gin and tonic to referee.

recipe

Cooking
pieces of me
in a simmering sauce
of mistakes

I can taste
those dreams
I was too afraid
to chase

The next me
growing
from the carcass
of the last

Too big now
for fear
to hold me
back

the sun was a left hook

The sun was a left hook from my blindside,
knocked me staggering from a nap
towards some air and clarity.
Squinting through questions and stepping over cracks,
lost in glossed over shadows,
I closed the door, my eyes, a thought,
then jumped into a pile of work.

Secret Identity

whats making that sound?

are those spots on my eyes or something in the sky?

the air is a soup we can hardly see.

a tree falls on a truck

dad has a heart attack

an elderly woman dies in a tornado.

its all true today,

you cant make that shit up.

theres even more stuff

you can add it here:

the soup's bigger than i thought

i still don't know what's making that sound.

I Swear

If I could...

Just for a moment
Let me massage your mind.

Close your eyes
To the world be blind.

Listen to my whisper....

It is time for GONE BYE BYE!

Spent

we've all stop listening
of that I'm sure
our minds filled up
and our hearts impure
what we're saying doesn't matter
and what we mean of no cause
the purpose is lost
which gives us no pause
to strike up a reason
and march ever on
to the useless and wasteful
until the next dawn

2010, Year of the Mustache

A mustache is the rainbow over your can of beer.

Ultimatum

Give me coffee
or I
give YOU Death

Check the Lost and Found, it's gotta be around here.

FORTUNE.

Never, EVER read your fortune until after you eat the cookie.
That's what she told me.
And I followed that advice
with every fortune cookie since.

But today, in an act of defiance, an act of independence...
I read the fortune FIRST.

marinating.

dogs

dogs are pretty essential.

Imp