August 13, 2016 
Comments Off on What Dewey Does…and Other Disney Characters
Duck
could
bob
could
wade
could
dive
in sky and water alike
Duck could,
and did
and not all that grounded, Duck
avoided flying even so
The main trouble
with Duck
was walking.
Webbed feet
fell awkwardly
–and Duck worried about
saving beak
should Duck trip but
pulling the plug
–Duck tried
since there’s only so many times
Duck could circle the tub
without going down the drain.
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 30, 2016 Comments Off on iLead
social media is the
dance floor of the
millennia
…
the self-conscious dance floor
(nobody’s got moves)
where everyone dances around mirrors
(instead of pocketbooks)
they allow other people to project
(how do you LIKE me now…)
and absolutely everyone is wondering what
others think when in truth
they’re thinking just the same
–selfie-absorbed in an impression they
aren’t
making
…
we line dance
and squares dance
and
dance
—dance
—-dance comme ça
we Wall-tz, 2, Matilda,
and sure some people
hep-hop
(well enough)
but they’re all so arcade game you can practically see the tiles
light up under rehearsed rhetoric
–yeah, even me—
and it all comes down to doing it write
writing the doing,
and face it—
–don’t book it!
some of you aren’t that articulate.
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.
July 20, 2016 Comments Off on Fresh Tarts
I found my own niche,
my slice of the pie,
cutting up kitsch,
dumped Sweet Low—baked high
Or do I mean quiche?
Or tart a la mode?
I don’t know, sheesh,
all 3, I suppose.
Now life’s wedge of cake,
peace of refinest,
I’m Marie Antionette
–call me: Her Highness.
July 17, 2016 Comments Off on where’s Wall-do?
the ocean and
the shore
have this
relationship
hot and cold
and cold and hot
and vice versa
–the one purely context
for the other
~practically the world…
the water tips
its caps
sparkling white, and who doesn’t like that?
waves, and advances
and the shore
shimmying shamelessly
in nothing but an apron
and shell earrings
rolls back tide
to show the world its reef
and beckons but
the water
puts up a wall at that
(point)
and spits!
several in fact, and as the first wall crashes on unguarded sand
that packs a mean wrecking wall, nevertheless
there’s another
and another
and another
ad infinitum
that beach must break.
July 15, 2016 Comments Off on De Construction Zone
re·leased
bye, bond
>elbow elbow…wrist wrist wrist<
–she rent life as·under standing—
grew
…
anew.
eschewing chewed bits,
ignoring rude bits,
embracing new·lit,
rare’she
cherished,
too.
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