Monday, October 31, 2016

"Fat Girls Love Frappes!-Happy Birthday Momma on Your Birthday"

You died at the right time.
It wasn't a bright time but nighttime.
Yet you were spared to see
Gelationaous gals seeking fat immortality...
Simply because they lost their reason to be...
Hard work...disappointments...discouragements...
You weathered them all astonishingly...
But the fat girls just order their frappes...
Uninterestingly...and fat as mud and twice as dumb.
You were spared the world we have become !!!
Idiot food savants with NO self-respect...sitting in an office like the fat chick from #Carlex that consumes a 1k calorie (ShandaSugarShot) McCafe drink daily...a future Wal-Mart parking violationer-FAT PIG!!!
Oh, and I voted for you yet again! The republicans remain fat pigs too!
Siddhartha!!! I miss you Momma...
At least you never were the paradigm of a fat pig drinking her frappe!!!

Saturday, June 25, 2016

"Carnival Ride"

Shelley has died-
Unjustified!

(She seldom tried,
Displayed no pride...)

A suicide!!!
(Orpheus lied)

...the red child bride,
Star Mountain-sighed,
OakTree strung---cried.

Monday, June 6, 2016

#Omaha

Our graves, they all face West.
We gave our lives, our best.
Brave men all passed, this test.
Joined in battle, joined in death-
Garrison Valhalla!
Where mighty heroes rest.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

"Eighteen Angels"


AV the WalMart door greeter. “Hello Fred”

Richard Parker

Crumb-in

The invisible one…

The Count of Monte Carlo

Wendy’s girl

Seatwarmer and his Ford Custom

The Freeport consigliore

The ridemate at Goldrush Junction

Gillespie Ave

Doug

Bob Ross

NightHawk

The GoldDust Twins.

M&M/hard-boiled egg forest picnics.

Lee & Harris Inc.

Creek bank jumping

Smeagol

Friday, December 4, 2015

"Fallen Statues"


Hurry home centurion-

Get thy family out of Rome.

Another failed Caesar, another torn heart,

Stone columns and monuments shattered apart.

 

Sail fast seamaster, pitching homeward,

Coursed for Malaga, fleeing parts unknown.

Save for black night to ponder the strength

Of savage arrows seeking hearts to rent.

 

Run away from the eastern day,

Go henceforth west, o pioneer blessed,

With no distance awareness past

How many rivers till journeys end at last.

 

Bridges…crossings ne’er contemplated,

As we hurry life up, down, around and about.

Akin to tangible ancestors of concrete & steel;
Scarcely ere’ regarded…or honored as real.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

"Sailing"


Will going West deliver me?

Will Grey Havens departure save me?

Or am I an upstart Sam Gamgee,

Hoping for unearned redemption?

 

(Tolkien’s refusal to allow Frodo and Sam’s

Friendship to be unbroken is so English.

Sam should have gone West too,

But he was not loveless as Frodo was.)

 

Unless-Frodo had a love, which he did!

Courtesy of English Major Deconstruction,

Frodo loved an Elf, who loved him back..

Whom I will not divulge, study the story grasshopper!

 

(She bore the Red Book of Westmarch West)

 

We are the West. As such California Is the Westest!

Who dares look at his destiny in the face?

I do, and I am prepared for the horror or the bliss!

There is no fate but what we make.

 

No waybread, no Elven cloak,

Nor even the comfort of Sting.

I journey West, naked in the sun.

With faith in the Valor to see me not undone.

 
The Hill now mourns the absence of Mr. Underhill.