May 8, 2017 
Comments Off on Dairy Queen
it’s weird
that they make almond milk
since almonds are all man
it’s sweet
like meat
but I repeat
the nuts are in the can
it’s near
as weird as milk from rice
cause grain is more like bran
it’s nice,
all right
but Jesus Christ
where are the rice’s glands?
Yes, grain is strange
and soy is bean
that smacks of sauce you tilt
on egg rolls fried
and bowls
of rice—dba as milk
no wonder now,
I stick with cow
whose moos familiar theme
skim or butter
that udder mother
cracks a whipping cream.
May 7, 2017 Comments Off on Black Horse
branch,
rooted in soil
I leave,
wander,
watered by rain
I grow,
strong,
warmed by the sun
I blossom,
sweet,
as time passes
–return.
May 7, 2017 Comments Off on Some Assembly Required
a journey of
a thousand clichés
begins with a single
stereotype,
and stereotypes
are for the unobservant
–generally speaking—
for the late bird,
buck,
and scholar,
since
fingerprints don’t
lie, detective, and
C & N
cocktails
–heavy on the water—
are a skosh more complex than
snowflakes
ya think?
which aren’t
even men
without these drinks
∇
pebbles,
and carrot.
A straight up fact
you can take to the bank
–if you’re discerning.
May 6, 2017 Comments Off on It was CK all along…
Engaging
purple pro’s
& grounded crew,
I built a
lie
lack
ramp
–from here to there
and graded as high as
A
stratosphere,
it was somewhat overdue–
since pay phones went
out with the ‘90’s,
and booths are
just Denny’s décor,
and Kryptonite’s
a designer drug, isn’t it?
assisting Clark
from satellite,
the cape
proved an
excellent shammy
for polishing
untinted spectacles.
May 5, 2017 Comments Off on & 501’s
I may be
faded
and
‘fraid
and
unfashionable
and
holey
as
hell…
(as backstory goes)
but
sews
your favorite
Tee.
(a very comforting thing)
May 4, 2017 Comments Off on Piece Sign
I think it is…
there’s store signs,
and star signs,
and cosigning loans…
there’s designs,
and ensigns,
and street signs for zones…
there’s resigns,
and designs,
and high signs that hint…
there’s ass signs,
and time signs,
and buck signs from mint…
there’s signs that’s a language,
for those who can’t hear
there’s lines made of dots,
for signing sincere
there’s so many signs!
It’s easy to miss,
the signs
from above,
a kind of kismet.
May 3, 2017 Comments Off on Knock Wood
i took steps
to change my life,
real steps
–not under
ladders, though—
tried angles without shade…
changing bad habits
one by one
–combining 1 & 3
2 make 4, i
designated Friday
to stew,
and scratched the sauté, i
traded hooker heels for
horse shoes, &
closed Windows
–so rain couldn’t get in—
furling umbrellas, i
dyed kitty hare
blonde,
–pulled rabbit feet
like petals–
salted anything behind me, and to the left, i also
trashed pepper, so’s not to sneeze…
collecting pennies from wishing wells, i
saved ‘em heads up
glued wishbones back together,
i weighted my end–
looking in glass
to check work, as
id
scuttled
all reflection.
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