Picky pokey poo, I like talking to you,
when we knew, how to dance, best left in a trance,
no more romance,
what happened to this world?
when’d we hurl it across the third
yikes, bikes excite so play nice, now twice,
shave the pony and reduce this
phony to nothing more than
what the cuss, we must bust, trust the crust and thrust
dust off our busts, titty tuesday, could be a day,
what do you say?
maybe yes, maybe no, make it fast,
slow down now, let’s not get a head of ourselves, no matter
the banter, get fatter and fatter off all these deals,
black friday, indeed
let’s gorge our most selfish wants, not needs, though we
blur the line in between, such notions lost a midst the
calm blue ocean of my mind, and it’s a crime that we all just
can’t get along.
egads man, flip the record, it’s time to continue this rhyme,
drop the dime and maybe slice up some limes,
if only I had some tequila.
it’s gotta be 5:30pm somewhere,
boom, there’s the cliche you may have seen it coming a mile
away, tuesday was already mentioned and to wit, I’ve not much
to say, but stay with me a while and the bay of your fears
will be easily slayed
one minute please. these slimy cats are shaking bats and
gats, but this isn’t some tale of shitting hats.
twats the matter? scared of a little chatter, that shatters your
bladder and piss off, you think you can shake me down your
can’t keep this up, no can’t keep knocking you back, attack and
unleash the dogs of war. a gore story has me worried of the
coming glory of lumberjacks are fucking awesome.
how do you like that rhetoric, suck my dick, throwing more curses
than I can shake my stick, quick get sick and throw up
no mas, no mas, stop this limp dick drivel quick, stick to the
original format, and now back to your scheduled broadcast of
married with my fist, don’t dismiss this kiss between you
and I we shared it, don’t you remember?
was it september or november, do you remember the
weather? was it better than this banter, what’s
the matter? isn’t the platter good enough for you?
no I suppose it’s snot. don’t think it’s funny cause it’s snot!
don’t think it’s funny cause it’s snot!
uninhibited bibbity bobbity, try and stay with me,
no reason we can’t all just get along,
little doggies once went running straight off the
cliff notes in the making, I’m breaking the fourth wall and
crawling through your screen right now,
can you feel me? passing through your skull? I want your skull.
I need your skull. man, it’s funny how often we go back to
the music of your, lost thoughts responded with accordingly
appropriate responses, why are you taunting me? what
became of this rhyme game, why the same ol’
drivel while you work it out,
shake that money maker, bake me a cake as fast as you
can do it, put your back into it,
yeah, shake that
ask me any question, I’ll tell no lie, but what constitutes my
reality, maybe a figment of
sucking all the air out of this piss poor excuse to mistake
the make was right there on the label, are we able to settle this
what does that mean again? does it matter, where’s the hatter?
I believe today was our date for tea.
minus 10 seconds and lift off,
so you better start the count down and get outta
dodge and weave and jump and cleave,
killing all the horrors of a brand new day,
s’okay, we can make it better, dare I say,
lame lion tamers make bad lying gamers,
can you blame him/her, does the pussycat pur,
can you stir me another drink, I think it’s time I tried to reconnect with the people.
if only I could take a , change up
and down, town of old, once showed me all that glitters is gold,
have you been told that one before? and again, and again,
you just can’t stand to hear it again? or do you love it, and it
loves you, sorry, the music just happens to be moving me.
time after time, it always comes back to the music,
and that’s okay,
but the practicality of the finality of this records spinning means,
winning a daily dose of sunshine, how blessed I am to be
hear me now when I say, it’s going to be okay.
still with me, and take this ingredient back to camp without so much
as a peep, like a chicken,
finger lick’n good. yum, come take one more trip around the sun
with me, and we can even hold hands,
if you want to.
making bigger fish requires a dish sufficiently address the
elephant whose the groom, shaking, why do I keep
let’s take a look at the weather, shall we?
sorry, not today. I’ve got to vacuum my living room.
Picky pokey poo, I like talking to you,
Wind blowing while the sun attempts
to greet me
The vantage from my balcony reveals
dying leaves and decomposition
But death is not the order of business this
Life is merely hiding in plain sight
waiting to reveal itself
is as good as any other day
you’re not going to keep me off the saddle
as easy as you did before
it’s just habit energy being
which is something that can never be
and leave those habits once again
just keep riding
blth bldngs bgng tbe fr
ofcrs itkes bgr wrd s
nd wt mr thmstrs mrdrs mnknd
drm evrdrm uevrwntd
boy, oh boy
the beach ain’t what it used to be is it?
can we get around
it might be something worth exploring
clap your hands
as a circle, these perplexing
purports to be the end
as we know it, there is always room for
whatever that means
help me, rhonda
can you do that for me, please?
such notes often lost in the translation
one disc for another,
another circle in the ever growing
no, that’s a line
o there’s a circle
rah, rah, rah, rah, sisb00m bah!
no lines underneath the words, just
went to the dance, well that was not bad
boy, we’re going to shut you down
neil, the diamonds
I need them now or never
no, don’t say that
never say nelly the talking horse
she comes back every now and again
don’t believe a word he says
follow the directions
which way is where they when it what was that, again
sweet caroline, where have you been all my
little do you know or do you know little
tricks and trades,
no take backs
sorry, that’s it
well I’ve been dabbling and
sticking my toe in to test the water
as it were,
but it’s not enough without finally taking
feet first, head first, belly-side up, or down,
doesn’t matter so long as your intentions are
so I continue my journey on the path to an
enlightened mind, secure in my decision
to actively reduce my suffering.
I’ve found the direction, understand the steps,
but now it’s time to truly
the choreography is always changing. the rhythm will never
be the same.
but I’ll be damned if I don’t participate
in the music of life.
so now that you’re drinking,
how do you feel?
is this supposed to be therapeutic?
are we supposed to buy into this charade?
I don’t know why you’re getting so riled up. I simply
asked how you were feeling. seems you’re rather
agitated, schmagitated, don’t try to spin my tone.
the reader has every right to place their own emphasis on these words.
maybe they read it with a sad, down-trodden, vibe?
well, I think we can both agree you’re being rather defensive, no?
no, I don’t think so at all. you’re the one who put on this music.
you’re the one wanted a talk. I’m just humoring you.
with a beer and a cigarette?
why do you keep bringing that up. we’ve gone over this. Read the rest of this page »
la vie en rose, her voice a gentle reminder
of the loneliness in my heart.
still looking for you, amidst the crowded streets
and crackles of activity. electricity in the air,
that spark of love.
thundering down, diamonds from the sky,
splashing joyfully on the cold pavement.
it’s not raining but I could use some
sunshine from a girl like you.
these may be some of the
my ear drums have ever been
with. I literally had to sit down
as the opening of the LP
struck me. every time I try to stand,
to get to the cleaning I had
intended to be focused on,
I find myself back in chair.
awestruck, dumbstruck, bam, pow,
right in the kisser. I feel like a child,
exploring music for the first time.
it is truly a gorgeous thing. it’s funny how
often my poetry concerns itself
with music. sounds you can’t hear,
but are now trying to place in the background.
can you guess what has knocked me on my ass,
literally and figuratively?
I’ll give you a hint. gentleman involved once said,
“I believe that music is God’s voice.”
might have even said it more than once. all I know
these sounds are caressing me. happy thanksgiving, indeed.
my anticipation for some particular
is growing exponentially by the moment
s like this
it feels wrong to try to do anything but listen.
and create. I guess to write is okay,
but vacuuming is out of the
you there, in the back.
too tough to cry. no,
that’s not it.
why can’t we just shake hands?
oh, yeah. too much ego.
stroking merrily along,
I’m going to keep well,
my vega-tables. indeed.
sleep a lot, eat a lot, run a lot, do a lot.
said it, boys.
and all I can do is smile.
which was the intention, was it not?
hey, mr. wilson!
thanks for getting out of bed, eh.
well shit I guess I got one more in
me haven’t yet decided if I
want to spin some vinyl or play a disc
or maybe you’ve noticed the gross
usage of italic font for what reason
other than because I can
a commanding presence can’t overtake
the elephant standing in the room
we could always dig a deep hole
fill it with ashes
and kick the elephant in the ash hole
what do ya know if I wasn’t
on the third floor that plan might have worked
succinctly and frankly I just don‘t
get why you’re here
couldn’t you have found something better to do with
your night? or day? s’okay, we’re all
going to boogy down alright
so sleep tightly with your hands gripped lightly around a
the one you met last night or was that
last last night the fright of it all subsiding as
you’d rather spread eagle and take the
ding dong ding the bell tolls half past nine
and I just want to hold my head
against your breast
in bliss of your presence and the presents
of your beating heart
your warm embrace
and the luck of having found you at all
where are you?
what’s the situation? I just want to mention
my relation to the demonstration being held
take two with food and goon your way
through to the moon
and beyond the stars in the night sky
all fighting for your attention
just wanting you to notice them
before they flicker out and die
leaving behind an empty space and a little more
in the universe bad ideas disperse
there are worse things than death and we all have to
face up sooner or later
that’s the point of this
love each other and try to make things better
doesn’t matter if they don’t deserve it
look past their insecurities and try to break through
force em to welcome a change in mood
in attitude in
dude, where’s my car?
I went there just to spoil the hole moment
it‘s coming so get your shovels and spades
okay now that we‘re dug in
it’s nice that you’re here and I’m happy for you
but we’re in this together
so can we just make with the love, too?
I’ve come to not care whether you believe in a God
don’t care what colour of skin, or sex you are
if you’re straight as a nail or gay like a smile
I don’t care as long as you bring joy to this world
I mean that with sincerity of this you can be sure
this is our heaven to make so it’s time to stir
the ingredients should be obvious
I shouldn’t have to say
this poem seems to be getting Seussical
I hope that’s okay
so take another two and sleep on it for a bit
I now return you to our regularly scheduled broadcast
I’m off to look at tits