Fashion is ta’ (me)
April 4, 2019 
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I sutured
– – my future – –
sewed it up tight,
threaded the needle
to join
dark with light,
hitching w stitching
the known to
the knots,
evenly looping
I pulled coils taut–
hemmed, then
the haws, when
debating the wholes,
– – missing a model – –
so fashioned a role,
at first thread,
this worsted,
wasn’t a fit
– – so snipping
these vestments,
I tried different knit,
& basted unhast’ed
a garment from heart,
a tailored creation – –
darted with art.
I’m a Speed Racer
February 28, 2019 Comments Off on I’m a Speed Racer
When you’re driving down the road
running late—with ways to go
never get behind a Prius
charge it peeps drive slow as–
–Jesus lovers are the next to shun
praying hands at 12 and 1
always stay within the limits
honking’s fine, but speeding’s sin—
its’s hell on wheels to trail a truck
obscuring view, they’re big as f*ck,
since when they dawdle, you can’t know
if traffic’s bad, or driver blows
it’s also smart to skip the lane
when license plates are not the same
as state you’re in–a revved up wreck
those lookie-loos will hamper trek
and final peeps it’s good to dodge
-are tiny, ancient, grizzled codgers
gripping hands the only sign
they pilot car—from view behind
yes, if the minutes matter most
a biker’s best to follow close
or tailgate a souped-up car
when time is short—and distance far.
The Attitude of Sun (translated from French)
February 27, 2019 Comments Off on The Attitude of Sun (translated from French)
I gorged on
stillness…
chug-a-lugged the opposite of what ails me
(to the dregs)
tying off on the high of a
sudden privacy binge
–itself a purge—
and so civilized
–going pagan
to wrap myself around
my unwrapped “altogether”
and dance without reflection
recalling her
–the one who’d gotten me into this
–me.
The “she” before this made all reflection
a freak show–
–and tell…and tell…and
.hell.
dancing yet more freely as
no one watches
anyway
–and by no one, I mean
everyone watches
but him
still–
glutted, I gloat now
all but, and some bloat
–how
I revel in so much air
d
o
w
n there
↵and every direction north of there↑
bound chest exploding
boom-boom
(chicas)
boom-boom
meringue
in whipped up release
minus the frenzy
–no other can hear,
C
or out do.
w presence desired or disdained
–just me.
and I’m back
waa-laa!
and just me
taa-daa!
(is enough)
misfortune a maiden
not nearly so grey,
(before dye)
after all
is said and
done-done-gone
–augering
the return to me.
come again?
January 6, 2019 Comments Off on come again?
He makes my
frolickles
stand on end
–sex
oozing out of his porns
. . .
my thin goes
all humpy,
and juice flushy
. . .
fickles fade,
twinkles thrill,
. . .
and the tiny male
on my inner sigh
–private shows only—
gets all tingly
and seems
–of a sudden–
a big, hairy, deal.
wOo girl (from the Block)
December 10, 2018 Comments Off on wOo girl (from the Block)
How to win
(imaginary)
friends
(back)
and influence people
(made of fiction)
–first, write
a note of apology
. . .
— love letters lamenting & lining up alliteratively
like a
“to do” list, but a “to do” list with character!
(s)
avowals!
maybe even a diphthong or 2, enabling the creation
of prototypes every novel needs, if no perfume before
checking boxes.
invisible boxes in Original PC
once___
upon___
a time___
& sending expansive flowered
(thoughts)
— purpled prosies,
gilded girdeds, and
rose of sharron–
their way
–somewhere off synapse route #66
(where else!)
followed by changing weighs.
Personal weighs.
Permuting poetic measures of an intrinsically different caliber
that can be hard to discern without rule initially, so skip the acronym–
next honey.
not saccharine, not sugar,
and most decidedly not stevia,
this all natural state of mind is
bon
(bon!)
ensuring the pretend pals are themselves agreeable
to palette, pen, and projection
and making up for better company, instead of just desserts
–finally presence.
undivided presence of mime, and why not?
imaginary friends are
the
target audience
for the ole
“fake it til you make it” axiom,
tying in coincidentally with checking boxes but
what else?
well, presence.
–of mind, this time
that necessarily implies
presence
of mine
–which in fact AND fantasy–
are.
those same imaginary friends
–gone missing.
the sOmething in nOthing
December 9, 2018 Comments Off on the sOmething in nOthing
the void conjures
. . .
making silence hum
—-embellishes
tinting white blue
–adds
mirror images long departed
–tangles
disparate action in quantum fields
–separates
hues in darkest nights
–discerns
the statue in the rock
. . .
its nothingness
the isness on which all
unwinds
–a tapestry woven
in temporal fabric.
Spin Doctor is In, Doctor
