August 26, 2016 
Comments Off on 52 Guessed
Auntie Penny’s
penny ante
poker draws a crowd…
some related,
celebrated
folk with loads of clout.
Rich and thin,
they come to win
and never fold or check…
sporting suits,
and diamonds, too,
they play on outside deck.
Some are royal,
and numbers loyal
a 10-2 those that are…
from bearded mugs,
to one-eye thugs
to shovel wielding tsars.
Yes, Penny’s club
exclusive, but
packs the stands with fans
–the true of heart
–the joking card
they give the regal hand.
August 26, 2016 Comments Off on Parts of Sumthin’
the bus to
Abyss
(in Wonderland)
was short
and took me…uh…
long
–speeding with Bollocks
an’ no key
it dropped off steeply
–no spire inside interwoven fingers, and believe me, they were plenty laced
and falling so rapid-ly, I
wasn’t even bunny, and
I for sure
wasn’t tardy
in any sense
though considerably over-do
–and late in book,
so ass over teakettle
was I
I couldn’t even whistle
wolf a’tall—
nor notice
—for that matter—
a Musing minutiae
evidencing on descent
–but here’s an itemized list, anyway:
penny punnies
(cents of humor)
and shocked clocks
–hands to face at precisely 9 and 3—
uncensored cats,
and scores of babbling biker babes
–chicks imbalanced–
suggestive snacks at bottom
holy unnecessary
scarcely communion– these crackers at ground level
and no high table with key
or low one, ether
netting or webbing wound through
hare
–that again—
I found I was not
…
no roots to drug self up, neither
here nor there
so I clawed my way up top in that cliché way one claws
a talon at a time, and
hella dirty
(on the surface)
once more—
still…
for going transit
I ran
(amuck)
(over)
(and is there 1 or 2 g’s in ragged?)
whee
wee
we
–alla way home.
August 25, 2016 Comments Off on How You Say It…
Mundane starts
the week,
and its
mill running appropriate
(it is)
quid pro quo
for first, since
Do’sday
second
is properly psyched
for doings and lists and
the crossing out of lists
but When’s day
3
?
the third?
Lost in the effluvium?
it isn’t Thirdsday, that–
as previously noted
sounds trippy
–but Thor’s day
fourth
frying up the fifth
just as pretty as you please
which pleads
–anything but silently, TGI—
then bolts—
leaving sixth day
oh-so-
Sad it’s all you can do
to lounge
on a beach
in a chair
for ours
–waiting for the
Son.
August 19, 2016 Comments Off on Amaze ‘balls
So many ways
to communicate–
there are
so many.
You can get in touch,
and stay in touch
24/7
you can reach out
–don’t miss!—
hitting links
(unless there’s a hole in one)
you can have your people
call my people
and do lunchables
–so pager passé —
you can text
talk
& message…
you can chat
snap
& share
–doling out grams that scrap Skype limit–
you can attach
a tag
& enter
–face
book & Time, but what else?—
what’s gone missing
–eye wander
and the truth of it is
in the eyes
. .
the U
that’s I—
& me
I contact is truest
–fresh and uncanned,
there’s no preservative in
eyes,
no life-saving edit,
and no pre-fab
emojotion
embedded.
prompt: it isn’t chin
August 14, 2016 Comments Off on My Kind of Crowd
Rise out of bed
and into head
a different kind of room…
the furniture
arranged for sure
according to my mood
–hinging & contingent
on
peaceful thoughts or gloom…
I exercise
my will, and try
controlling the external…
factors and detractors
that
render life infernal
–since sowing grows
the sweeter rose
the vibrant & the vernal…
the drummer that’s
a bummer, I,
relieve of every stick
///
employ thrown stones
to make my bones
finger-snapping quick
–as Jagger proved
this crafty move
metro’nomes the tics…
like JayCee preached
it’s within reach
room’ in nations girding…
and smile the while
the live-long day
resistant to all herding
–taking care
with thoughts that err
through countenance and wording…
August 12, 2016 Comments Off on mundane poetry?
I keep sunshine
in my back pocket
–4 days
old–
that need
…
G
…
my own light.
July 23, 2016 Comments Off on the condensed version
I-YI-YI
where to begin, well–
it was just about 4:21 when things began to shift
AM
I remembered more…I imagine,
and imagined less—I remember,
kickin’ and bitchin’ into a world at
that half century mark because
about time!
(it’s relative)
bid buh-bye to
the remnant teenager
I yet was
(so mc square)
dissolving cotton candy
into glob—okay blog—
of hardened sweet.
(what is: the gong show host)
nursing the car wreck of a twenty-something
I remained, suggesting she
kiss my lillies white when rebuffed
(ask not for whom that gong bangs)
and moving on,
too–
counsel the angry milestone
still present
well…hardly still—
returning
to
apologize…
2
1
&
3
@
4
&
21
odds clearly
50/50
4
acceptance.
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