Animalization
The sheep was out of bounds. Horses, hookers and dolls were o.k. But everybody hits rock bottom. Next morn it’s up and climbing. Every day thereafter is a mountain. Praying for a foothold. Cactus is … Read more
The sheep was out of bounds. Horses, hookers and dolls were o.k. But everybody hits rock bottom. Next morn it’s up and climbing. Every day thereafter is a mountain. Praying for a foothold. Cactus is … Read more
Pooh, pooh, Putin. He’s got our poor POTUS scootin’ Pooh, pooh, Putin. Our election he’s rebootin’. Republicans are now his dupes. He’s got ’em jumping through his hoops. The money that’s been changin’ hands could … Read more
Trapped inside, like water. Outside, chain link and barbed wire. Concrete mesa and rock ledge. Broken glass and bottles thrown from on high. A wave of pulsing oil. Here comes a train again. Lost dogs, … Read more
He wandered into a fantasy of the prairie, a silver spoon child with such a cute scowl. He was going to be a cowboy, a spaceman, a pirate. Pirate was in his genes. He won … Read more
Develop your dexterity in practice of sincerity. Achieve internal parity. Such balance is a rarity. Resolve the mind’s distortion. Remove outside extortion. Learn how to reapportion. Become one with Frank Gorshin.
(Note from the author’s son regarding this email excerpt: Sorry, Mom…) And here’s my written piece of the week, deemed too inhospitable for the blog by those I’ve asked (ie your mom): Top Ten Black … Read more
The squares have all been rounded up, a universal wrangle. While life has lost a certain edge, there remains the triangle. The stars have all been taken down, no mention of a spangle. The artists … Read more
An arcade in the wilderness has plunged our eagle into debt. He thought he’d rule the wildlife pool. But that was one bad bet. His chips were down on common ground. His talons lost their … Read more
Massive staircase to minimum space. Shuttling between orbits of gum. Sticking to the outside of the inside pages. Words pink and puckered by habit. There is no recourse to history’s racecourse. The favorites will win. … Read more
It’s time to bear the pall. The pendulum is still. The pit is split. The world is small. The wind is cold and chill. To deep holes in our sacred ground are lowered profane veins. … Read more