Lunar Tick
The year of the rooster could be like a rocket booster, a launch into the perilous unknown. What with the selection of a crude orange erection, we’ve lifted off into the twilight zone. A strutting … Read more
The year of the rooster could be like a rocket booster, a launch into the perilous unknown. What with the selection of a crude orange erection, we’ve lifted off into the twilight zone. A strutting … Read more
Please don’t pull the plug on your sick llamas, or blame their poor health on the Obamas. Dress them up in their finest pajamas and then send them off to the Bahamas. Animals do quite … Read more
If you look to your right, you will see much bigger buildings, some oil wells, large vehicles producing ‘harmless’ emissions, nuclear facilities, a well-armed police presence, strong displays of military might, golf courses, tennis courts … Read more
Alienation’s trending big time. The bad boy’s in his house of glass, throwing shit at everything he sees. What is the problem, buddy? You’re the king. And the joker. Every night he’s got to use … Read more
It’s a scene that’s truly hard to fathom. Oath of office on those lying lips. History has turned to science fiction. Aliens are laughing in their ships. In his first speech from the seat of … Read more
Crack open all those eggshell eyes and let the dammed tears flow. There must be a gallon full of sorrow. As a child once said to Shoeless, "Say it isn’t so." Our world will change, … Read more
The bets are really big; it’s the last hand. He needs either the nine of spades or four. Just as he’s about to ask for one card, comes a frantic knock upon the door. "Call … Read more
Zeb collected Kronen. He had several passed down from his great grandparents, whom he’d called ‘Hessa" and ‘Squadroon,’ for no apparent reason. He’d been told that they were from ‘the old country,’ somewhere in Austria, … Read more
When Wade was in eighth grade, having shown some prowess with the instrument in his school’s band room, he persuaded his father to buy him a trumpet. They were not a well off family, so … Read more
When Jason’s dad taught him how to hit, the boy insisted on reversing his batting grip, top hand where the bottom should be. The boy complained that the other way, the right way, as his … Read more
I’m a font of iambiquity. My rhymes are quite persnickety. I often use pentameters to shatter some parameters. If you hear that I’ve been rhymin’, find a tree and just start climbin’.
Inauguration day. The clouds won’t go away. The sky above D.C. is almost dark. There’s protest down the block from people still in shock. The contrast to the past events is stark. One remembers J.F.K., … Read more
My new year’s resolution is to start a revolution, to turn the tide against this fascist wave. There’s only one solution to insure evolution, to send this despot legion to its grave. Take to the … Read more
She breeds like centipedes. She feeds. She needs. She bleeds. The suffering mother of millions aims high, perhaps even quadrillions. Her womb is a room to so many, it once earned a line from Jack … Read more
Can you write me a prescription, doc, for some dilaudid, please? I heard it helped with Elvis. I have trouble with my knees. And maybe a few percodans would help me with my head. But … Read more
T’was the night of seismics that we all lucked out, seeking entertainment in the underground, came upon a dark spontaneous cabaret even all the locals had been mum about, where we saw a small girl … Read more
Kind castles create bland rulers. The harsh flag scoffs at victory. Prepare to die by poison ideas. The armor of the future is speed. Pure evil is the fulcrum of doubt. Get over it: forget … Read more
Pebbles married Pogo and upgraded to a swamp. Scooby Doo and Snoopy had a wedding with much pomp. Daisy Duck wed Road Runner; it happened much too fast. Sluggo married Orphan Annie; it’ll never last. … Read more
Some nights, I just want to drink some Drano. The world feels like one massive backed-up sink. I wonder if I have gone insane, oh, what’s the use is often what I think. But alas, … Read more
Nodding to computer radio, light years from the a.m. of my youth. Cousin Brucie fell, alas, to eight tracks. Vinyl beware of cassettes, forsooth. Reel to reel’s dying protests were tragic. CD’s were the new … Read more