There would be a rock, a quiet kind, painted with a heart and names enchanted. So where are they? Who said stop the illegal bombing in Cambodia? That mantra over nicotine haze? Thousands of cocktail glasses on round trays, momentarily silent? Half beer barrels carted and pierced, a cacophonous ritual, like limitless buckets of ice, they listened and he did not speak, he flew; his were good business shoes at one time. Open toe hop-along cassidy…Continue
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Slush and rain cold sweat, no powder to keep dry, that lower tier, seated and staid, home at last for promenade: sip and taste pulp lemonade, no need for urgency now airwolf sirened lair, naws low slung fruit: slo-mo meteor arcs sparks waylays swirled larks, zip-zoom crash.
Sure now and again hyperlinked conquistadores-synchronised-saber sleuthing head fake word snake---odds agin it! far-fetched---a bale sacked mainly of dirt grown grain. That bag of…
Added by Doc Vega on April 10, 2019 at 12:00pm — No Comments
(l)ight lanes and more
hence begins maybe ends
Of distance dreams of
I slammed the dice
pitched the shoes
wired high, waxed laces
such as traces, clues hints
blues when I lose
elder thumb no kidding
goodbye right now twix
hand salute, thru both
temples, ageless, timeless those ears were
gunned and nailed. Atrocity.
Ancient philosophy comes the suffragette
Reader enjoys Squirreling.
Reader slips and slides over Google Images: Squirrels with Weapons.
There are several Squirrel, er, subcategories, including Squirrels with Lightsabers, Squirrels with Coffee, Squirrels with Bazookas, Squirrels with Nuts, Squirrels with Rabies, Squirrels with all verbs, nouns--all ing words such as Squirrels Waterskiing.
A moment ago reader thought of Squirrels as Fashion (scurrying back over giggling google to gaggle image) hmmm Squirrel…Continue
A man arrives on time and logically senses he will not double his existence, his time on God's green tundra.
Quiet desperation. A funny thing happened on the road to utopia. He realized that all he could do is make people happy for awhile. Eclectically he opens a book 'Picturing Indians', and on page four there is an 1873 May photograph of Wah-con-ja-zz-gah(Yellow Thunder) Warrior Chief 120 years old comma seated before a thatch dome. Fast forward 140 years, he knows his words will be…Continue
Rhyme he thought reading Mary with a sense of gratitude, trepidation and a rankle of powerlessness.
Terrifically a first-season squirrel boxed its reflection, marching off to dig beneath the pine.
Out of periphery an apparent squirrel feud/flight/faster than grey-line; leapt over chipmunk, that red berry, tearing through dead tiger lilium up another tree with rapid spiral, a faux battle.
Eye scratching, reverse…Continue
Was Anything Ever Meant to Be?
My first love was a willowy Southern Bell
Ten years together and it didn't turn out well
Welcome to my personal living hell
Did she really love me? I could never tell,…
Added by Doc Vega on March 16, 2019 at 1:56pm — No Comments
Yeomen poets might be intimidated, the editors apparently at rest, but from what I know, none of the above, then a teeter-totter, a twix yet twain, what about the balance, a suspension of motion, a leveling of circumstance wherein Art is not history, Art is the future, a sculpture: two people, neither up nor down, eye to eye --level in suspended animation, a supra-balance this. At the exclusion of the news, better never bitter dreams, possible because you said so, as well as an…Continue
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'There's a feeling in the air, that I can't get anywhere except Milwaukee~
On the shores of Michigan~
I can watch you grow again
even touch the sky'
O Happy Days!
Buckle the babies and help the old ladies, 'cause every one goes
DNC National Convention well on its way! That'll be me carrying Rachel Maddow's Drift
down the street from The Basilica of St. Josaphat around the corner, Kinnikinnick &…
jumped so high
drove through the
sang every song
that co-pilot knew
learned when to
told a joke or two
left the world better
than I found it
about a small
oh so human
Living in the perpetual…Continue
Added by Doc Vega on March 8, 2019 at 1:31pm — No Comments
sure you sang sad, but I don’t recall hearing it...and what is new under these raindrops anyway?
snow shadowed meadows, spring shall be courageous and bold, never old
and I am used to rain and getting used to getting old, too
1st now I'm rediscovering sight, sound and wine at room though so deeply underground
know that it's been okay,
or how'd we say,
family country God?
no the other way around
I have been good for a gone awhile
forever in my…
He dreamt one more time of those whoosh rides always west beelined wayward waiting for Wyoming to pass where there ain't no trees scant green teas and Wanda with her sweet petite feet tucked her hair up so waveringly perfect as warm wine. The home rolleds impossible to light what with the dash air conditioned power-drive tidalwave-like aeroplane exhaust as you baby could hear the wind whistle see its dry sand imperative…Continue
A VOID TO THE VISE…Continue
~JULY 10, 2010 9:37PM~
~~ (:RATE:) 4~~~~~
keen and bright as zirconi:
his diamond train ride
snored Mr. Mahoney
a crepuscular summer moth
the numbered shirt cloth
the raucous ride
the boys of summer
possessed his snooze
timeless bricks and mortar
green ivied walls of bit cigars
on warm play ball! lights
sticky yelling kids
A Step Back in Time
I don't care who sleeps with you
I quit worrying ever since the sky was blue…