Early For the Pearly
Angel hair is in my eyes. What a heavenly surprise. There are wing tips on my shoes. Grab my harp and play the blues. I must be up on cloud nine. I can see a … Read more
Angel hair is in my eyes. What a heavenly surprise. There are wing tips on my shoes. Grab my harp and play the blues. I must be up on cloud nine. I can see a … Read more
For all my finger lickin’, I came back as a chicken. I ate a thousand wings, now I’m one of those things. I’m paying for those benders when I ate many tenders. Did not realize … Read more
Embattled cattle graze and wander, chew their cud all day. Rolling eyes, they sit and ponder, searching for the way. Holy cow. Zen is now. Udderly awake. This is bull. When they’re full. they’re turned … Read more
Old cats in black boots and dirty jackets sit around a fire, burning tire, pass around a hit. They talk of Eisenhower, Vietnam and J.F.K., of families and old friends who are not around today. … Read more
Robin spied a spotted uncle on her way to the Dansk outlet. He flitted from branch to branch, his silvered wrists aflutter. She’d once thought him a nuthatch, but he’d grown into himself. She would … Read more
Your words have choked my ambience. The droll dithers and hithers in obvious time. A parlance afar. Theresay and herespeak. Leaking meaning to the edges of suicidal sentences. Adverbs and adjectives in combat. Verification intact; … Read more
Festering instincts operate the dead machine. It crawled out from the swamp to infiltrate our lives. Art hoax, junk pile, alien dropping: it watches unceasingly. Nothing now moves or makes the slightest noise. But, somehow, … Read more
We got to run for the border. There ain’t no law and order. It’s comin’ down to clowns wearin’ crowns. The ultimate presumption by bozos with this gumption is we don’t got the sense to … Read more
The edge of a cloud, when dark as a shroud, can cauterize the day, can sweep the blue to Timbuktu and stain the sun away. It can disguise the hour, or else portend a shower, … Read more
Sitting on the front porch of our cortex, numbers shine like highly polished knives, ready to just jump into the vortex, bringing great precision to our lives. All lined up in single file or columns, … Read more
No class on lawn tonight. Too dark for prolonged concentration. Please set timer for last lesson. Return all books with pages cleaned. Marks will be given, then taken away. Thought cannot be taught or bought. … Read more
Somewhere between the felt tip and the ballpoint, waving as its flag a typewriter ribbon, lies in wait the dreaded inky zone. Where fingerprints are commonplace and stamp pads are the norm. Where the badge … Read more
Imagine a box full of answers falling off of the lap of your god, spilling out on the ceiling of this world, where we look up and see them as stars. While we’re ever unsure … Read more
The modern world creaks to a halt. The sun, frozen, leans toward darkness. Apocalypse, now a presumption, a former abstraction, demands a reaction, and the people must vote it down. Across the oceans, our enemies … Read more
We are quite behind in this existence. Ninety-nil is grim beyond persistence. We owe, we owe, and off we go to earn. The answer’s tinder; just how much must burn. Wood, bark, limb, park, vested … Read more
Ah, the cat speaks in riddles, egged on by the birds of summer. He screams for food some fifteen times a day. He counts the seven doors and sixteen windows, licking and scratching his numbers … Read more
Command control has seized the blue puddle. All inhabitants are sworn to secrecy. Thus ends a stressful string of twelve aborted missions and a flurry of inactivity deemed painfully inappropriate. All aboard will receive a … Read more
Once there was a president who was, in fact, insane. He thought that the office was meant only for his gain. His head looked like an orange and his hair looked like a pelt. His … Read more
Gonna take a ride down to Toxic City. All the algae blooming there’s considered rather pretty. Everything is glistening and slimy to the touch. Particles float in the air. Try not to breathe too much. … Read more
Baseball’s back, it’s truly spring. Crack of bat and fastball zing. Diamond dirt and outfield green. It’s a time-remembered scene. Pleasant memories of youth. House of David. House of Ruth. Ground out, pop-up, long fly … Read more