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Now that’s a Club!


After making lots of


I had bread,

and as I was the Biggest Cheese,

cheddar also abounded

–not to get all up in your grill about it, but

toast to that, right?

–down the old gullet

and with lettuce to spare,

I brought home the bacon,

–a task I didn’t relish, so

things got a bit dry

from there,

though the club

I founded subsequently

was no turkey.

just gravy

No tomatoes, either,

because who can afford seed?


Recency Effect


Odds are

9 to 5

racing wears you down

but oh, the ribbon wrapping week

compels a rat to scuttle

cheesy reward, and convoluted,

–weak-end warriors needn’t play

only a strong finish applies–


though it seems.

Cocktail Napkin Stuff


I killed my hair,

& made up a face,

Spanked my ass in gear…

with forward tilt,

I climbed on stilts,

uplifting where I peer.

with better view,

I added new,

spectacles to nose…

so rosy red,

they cleared my head,

& kept me on my toes.

with rings I couldn’t,

toe, and wouldn’t–

–line, but sought to please…

by wrote, I rhymed,

to honor line,

Uncrossing eyes & tease.

The same…only different

If I hadn’ta left the beach early. . .

feelin’ like grit

an’ if I’da bypassed Uptown Gym

for more familiar territory. . .
an’ if I didn’ta go


to check on that job I know I’ll forego

good busywork in lieu of

an’ if I’da been rigid

­like I said I would be. . .

an’ skipped Gelson’s sriracha wings

–an’ guilty!

Gone on to Vons for sundries,

an’ smokes

I’d hate myself for

only to bump into seXe Dave

or was it vice-revers’a?

an’ chat just exactly

long enough to decide against death

an’ feel attractive again

that Dave knows how to do that

then I never woulda

got home when I did. . .

to discover that terrified bunny baby

soaked from days of storm

a sittin’ duck

on our patio built for killin’

a mouse for cat

just waitin’ to get picked off.

An’ that bon-bon size


was too easy to catch

even fer me

after tossed wheat Chex went ignored

an’ reachin’ into the inadequate cover he’d assumed,

I took the shiverin’ bun•let to Wildlife Care

inna carrier that’ll take the edge off vet trips, now

–assurin’ him alla way

he’d be warm,

an’ he’d be fed,

an’ he’d be safe,

tellin’ him I knew it didn’t feel like it, now

fer me either

but he was gonna make it out alive



an’ all growed up

. . .

an’ still

so close to home.


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