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Friday, March 30, 2018




Tic Toc

So the clock,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
And time,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some tragedy,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some gun,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some bullet,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some bomb,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some heart,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some cloud,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some storm,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some lightning,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some cyclone,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some hell,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some lie,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some liar,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some murder,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some war,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some thing,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some species,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some extinction,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some birth,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some mouth,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some hunger,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some water,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some spring,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some well,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some glacier,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some desert,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some thirst,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some hardship,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some peril,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some horror,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some garbage,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some pollution,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some plastic,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some oil,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some gas,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some methane,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some carbon,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some permafrost,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some stream,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some river,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some ocean,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some emergency,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some prayer,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some candle,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some blackhole,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some decision,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some vision,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some dream,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some current,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some krill,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some herring,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some tuna,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some whale,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some shorebird,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some songbird,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some wail,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some environment,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some frail,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some bent,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some lament,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some grief,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some race,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some place,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some ode,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some verse,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some line,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some vine,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some time,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Each second,
Some rhyme,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Tic toc,
Tic toc.





Thursday, March 29, 2018




You Woke Me

Shamelessly you woke me,
Roused me from a careless dream,
Blinking I thought I was in heaven,
Such a harmless groan it seemed,
Beckoning like a prophetic raven,
So tasteless morning broke,
You've kidnapped my heart,
I've been roped in by beauty and your vanity,
Breaking me into unrecognizable twisted parts,
You've abducted my veritable sanity,
Everything real seems like a crazy dream now,
Does genuine love every truly last?
Is virtue ever born from a painful past?
What a perplexing virulent question,
Your bastion of mountainous lies vow,
To conquer and crush my reckless indiscretion,
Are you capable of true love?
You're granitic self has stoned my soul,
An avalanche of doubt has buried me alive,
Your tigress self has devoured me whole,
Love has thoughtlessly left me forsaken,
My foolish heart has been misguided,
Love has taken me for a hazardous ride again,
Thinking back to the start I was perilously mistaken,
Love has trampled me and I've been derided,
Truth has decided to try to hide from me again,
One fine romantic day I think you love me,
The next tangled fray I feel you shun me,
What a careless wild creature you are,
What a hopeless foolish man I am,
How can I ever trust your words again?
When you tell me you want me,
Gaunt how can I honestly trust love again?
Dauntless you laugh and run me ragged,
I'm haggard and falling to pieces again,
Words can never mend this jagged hurt,
I'm feeling so cold and lost in this persistent rain,
Why have you turned out to be an imposter?
Wanton distortions are what you've spoken in vain,
My heart is breaking as I go over this tragic roster,
Again and again I lament every bent morrow,
Your smile and your eyes lie to me,
I'm drowning in this cascading sorrow,
I'm falling into this contorted abyss again,
One minute you blissfully tell me you love me,
You look away and I realize you were never mine,
I look in the mirror and see that I'm not fine,
There is a distorted chasm opening below my feet,
I'm stumbling through every day somehow,
I crumble to pieces every single time we meet,
Staring into the careless burning sun,
I watch that fearless orb promising to go nova,
Your fiery self has set me ablaze,
You've crippled me with your deceitful nature,
Words can't save me from your harmful craze,
You're haunted now by your cheating stature,
Night is descending as you turn away,
Forever has disappeared down a rabbit hole,
Taunting me as I blindly try to crawl,
Quivering in this quick and dangerous shoal,
You're leaving me alone again,
Returning to your fabricated life again,
Your eyes have lied to me,
Your deceitful heart is closed to me,
Your lips have lied to me,
Your arms have closed me out again,
Your smack leaves me feeling cold and distant,
Your cruel hands have pushed me away again,
You try to bash and break my bones,
You've delighted in torturing me,
You've chained and wrongfully detained me,
You're making me writhe and twist alone,
Your deviant love has been my solitary prison,
Damn your refrained love for making me weep and moan,
You've cheated me with your shameless decisions,
Damn your love for treating me like a worthless stone.






Tuesday, March 27, 2018



Cool March

March 26th cool,
Snowflake cool,
Blustery and cool,
Overcast cool,
Nighttime cool,
Beware the Jabberwocky cool,
Sasquatch cool,
Drunk Kerouac cool,
Walking the cool street,
Desolation Peak cool,
Hit by a truck cool,
Ginsberg cool,
Hit by a train cool,
On the road cool,
Happy wanderer cool,
Philosophy cool,
Plato cool,
Caligula not cool,
Henry the VIII not cool,
Drawing blanks cool,
Shooting blanks cool,
Shooting stars cool,
Meteorite cool,
Aurora borealis cool,
Too cool,
Hot jazz cool,
Cool man cool,
Calm cool,
Damn cool,
Mourning morning cool,
Grievously cool,
A cool stool,
Too cool for this fool,
Nixen not cool,
Democracy cool,

Vietnam war not cool,
Citizen's rights cool,
Stalin not cool,
Gulag not cool,
Voter's rights cool,
Smack cool,
Smashing cool,
Glass cool,
Crystal glass cool,
Porcelain cool,
Coffee and cream cool,
Chai cool,
Snapping cool,
Snap snap snap,
Poesy cool,
Posey cool,
Prose cool,
Bongo cool,
Sunglasses cool,
Convertible cool,
Top down cool,
Mini-skirt cool,
Shaved legs cool,
Striped shirt cool,
Beret cool,
Cigarette cool,
Billowing smoke cool,
A cool million,
Dylan cool,
Adele cool,
Sam Smith cool,
Django cool,
Salvador Dali cool,
Surrealist cool,
Picasso cool,
Michelangelo cool,

Leonardo da Vinci cool,
Einstein cool,
Steven Hawking cool,
Captain Kirk cool,
Poseidon cool,
Universe empty cool,
Galactic cool,
E=mc squared cool,
Round cool,
Black hole cool,
Quark cool,
Vortex cool,
Soul cool,
Centre of the universe cool,
Top of the mountain cool,
Yogi cool,
Cool verse cool,
Tones and moans cool,
Hip cool,
Beat cool,
Beat beat beat,
Heart beat cool,
Adoringly cool,
Insanely cool,
Madly cool,
Love cool,
Kiss cool,
In my dreams cool,
In my grave cool,
Faith cool,
Praise cool,
Embracingly cool,
Angelically cool,
Starman cool,
Old man cool,
Old man in the moon cool,
Groove cool,
Ocean cool,
Marianas trench cool,
Abyss cool,
Shark cool,
Whale cool,
Watery cool,
Audio cool,
Visual cool,
Sensory cool,
Wild honey cool,
So many vines cool,
So many trips cool,
Coconut cream pie cool,
So much drool cool,
Savory cool,
Recipe cool,
Salty cool,
Sea salt cool,
Oooh too cool,
Gandhi cool,
Dharma cool,
Karma cool,
Reborn cool,
Silently cool,
Boisterously cool,
Relevantly cool,
Atmospherically cool,
Ramp cool,
Camp cool,
Tramp cool,
Train cool,
Rain cool,
Snap snap snap,
Out of the wilderness cool,
Greenland cool,
Iceland cool,
Arctic cool,
Glacial cool,
Iceberg cool,
Into the desert cool,
Saguaro cool,
Desert owl cool,
Dune cool,
Atacama cool,
Nazca lines cool,
Into the frying pan cool,
Shaked and baked cool,
Jungle cool,
Parrot cool,
Yanomami cool,
Tapir cool,
Jaguar cool,
Elephant cool,
Tiger cool,
Radiantly cool,
Aztec cool,
Mayan cool,
Hopi cool,
Pool cool,
Amazon cool,
Nile cool,
Mackenzie cool,
Great lakes cool,
Lake Superior cool,
Lake Baikal cool,
Deep cool,
Ruled cool,
Tropic of Capricorn cool,
Horse latitudes cool,
Equator cool,
South pole cool,
North pole cool,
Troubled cool,
Tumbled cool,
Rumbled cool,
Spare tire cool,
Booty cool,
Club Royal cool,
007 cool,
Sean Connery cool,
Old city cool,
New paradigm cool,
Birds in paradise cool,
Shore bird cool,
Flock cool,
Flamingo cool,
Flamenco cool,
Tango cool,
Modern dance cool,
Rock cool,
Band cool,
Trumpet cool,
Cymbal cool,
High-hat cool,
Snare drum cool,
Bass cool,
Jazz cool,
One cool note after another cool,
A million other cool,
Another billion years cool,
Cool cool cool.



 

Sunday, March 25, 2018




W.B. Yeats and the World at War

War gripped the world,
History wrote,
Ripping out a fragile note,
Europe's bloodied throat,
Trench madness,
Gashed unfurled men,
Battering smattered brains,
As bitter war intends,
Shattering torn men,
Whipping forlorn horses,
Scattering bones and blood,
Trashed with horrid trends,
Sorry bits tossed,
Embossed onto graven earth,
Buried under smitten poems,
Smearing guts into ruts,
Wounds into cuts like old moldy oats,
Tarred forevermore,
Scarred with marred political stains,
A denizen barred,
Far beyond that gory horizon,
An emerald Isle,
A gem beyond Europe's rank moats,
Green hills still groaning,
Some other story thick with gorse,
There stood W.B. Yeats,
Ireland's applauded poet,
Fifty-two lauded beats,
Crossing a cold meniscus Irish sea,
Leathery hands stuck,
Searching for words in the Irish muck,
A weathered mind that often sighed,
Writing rose petal notes,
Such authoritative poetic force ,
Frenzied the panicked man,
Relying on his horoscope Yeats cried,
Desperation driving him,
Frantic Yeats jabbered as he tried,
A marbled versifier to a sandy coast,
"Marry me!" Yeats asked,
An old yawning flame,
As W.B. maniacally tried,
Clawing at heaven's stars,
Decorating poetic bogs across the moor,
Reaching for unreachable Venus and Mars,
Employing impotent ghosts,
"I shan't", she vied,
A wry smile creasing her Irish floor,
Trying her pleasing old maid face,
So wishing to hide every past hurtful trace,
Yeats bolted out her dank door,
Wandering rank down a damned beach,
Washed by frothy hosts,
Such a broke and awful tragedy,
So the ghastly sea taunted him,
Alas what  horrid morbid tales,
Should salty waves deride?
Ahead she stood ankle deep,
A frigid surf neurotically creeping,
Mocking twenty-odd washed years,
Warping sadly behind her mad dreams,
William B. Yeats reverently knelt,
Weeping before another buttery goddess,
As she deeply tilted t'wards the gasping sun,
"Marry me!",
William Butler Yeats,
Extended his grey prickly self,
Picketing with wretched hopes it seems,
"Fuck off", she laughed,

Gaffed the bent man twirled further,
Furtively kissing another wet stony run,
Rent W.B. Yeats crawled,
Mauled by that acerbic sum,
Sprawling into another rank street,
Searching for some wishful means,
Yet another femme fatale,
A faint light came into view,
So that mad poet smoked,
Smoldering like a burned out sun,
Another patriotic try,
Another cold discerning eye,
Casting bleak yearning looks,
T'wards another deathly scene,

Yet another mortal queen,
She seemed a final droning hum,

Equating a conflagration of stars,
One last desperate moan,
"Marry me!" Yeats bleated,

His girdled breath heated,
Nailing him to some grey washed beam,
Staring bleakly at the graven reckless rhymer,
Tears streaming down his unshaven face,
Like a feckless bearded roan,
"Okay", she answered,
Romancing a rash wee notion,
Weighing her emotional options,
Elections far too vexed and lean,
Some souls surrendered and transferred,
Rendered into a meaningless dream,
War hated those reckless bombs,
Stinking wretched trenches,
All those dead fetched by a worthless call,
Matchless war wanting them all tragically dead,
So Peace might stand on that shocked turf,
Flourish on those bloodied fields,
Bloom with blood red poppies,
Good nature rising for all it's worth,
Sprouting tombstone crops and fruiting bodies,
Row upon row of those generous marble yields,
Nourishing the wanting bossy earth,
Ripe with rotting horses and decaying men,
Terra firma aching to hear bluebirds sing again.





Saturday, March 24, 2018



March comes marching,
Desperately searching,
Seeking flamboyant spring,
Errant snow falling,
What drifting flakes will bring,
Cascading crystal tears,
Winter refusing,
Cold season still calling,
Old man stalling,
Blatantly clear,
What good cheer?
Gripping forlorn land,
Stripping hope with a feral hand,
Snow and ice nipping,
Clipping spring in the waiting bud,
Ardent April waiting round the anxious bend,
Gray skies dripping cold tears,
Winter reminding us,
All those wintry fears,
As the land goes hungry,
What a barren muss,
As the cruel north wind crows angrily,
What a fruitless growling fuss,
March comes tramping,
Parading and camping,
Lest we forget,
March is oft still winter time,
Old man beset,
Harassing northern climes,
With snow and ice and rime,
While cheery May waves,
Anchored by a distant future,
When new green leaves rave,
Where fresh eggs are born,
New fruit created on vibrant spurs,
New sweet grass grows then is shorn,
Quirky summer waits with its lively haste,
Knowing heat waves are her eccentric muse,
While harried March sits dormant and forlorn,
Reminding bemused winter of its haunting taste,
Around the cruel bend as wretched January taunts,
Pathetic February grappling with many arctic wants,
So gelid March waits unsated and berated,
Grooming the land with its familiar gaunt.



Friday, March 23, 2018



So It Is

Oh my!

Oh my!

Oh my!

God teasing us.

So it is . . .

So it is . . .

So it is . . . 




 

Tuesday, March 20, 2018



Kiss

That kiss,
your lips,
holding you,
in my arms,
your eyes,
your lips,
your kiss,
holding you,
in my heart,
we kiss,
our lips,
holding us,
deep in our souls,
your hips,
swaying to and fro,
away we go,
into some secret dream,
so it seems,
almost like true love,
almost like divine joy,
some kind of happiness,
bliss invading this ethereal place,
dreaming deep,
into your dreamy eyes,
touching you,
running my electric fingers,
gently around your glowing face,
we kiss,
our lips,
our hips,
our dreamy eyes,
no lies,
our masks,
slipping away,
every trace,
swept away,
into this honest place,
where love exists,
where love insists,
another kiss,
another touch,
another tender tryst,
with sweet love,
entwining our thoughts,
enmeshing our minds,
so veracious love finds,
your lips,
your kiss,
your eyes,
nothing amiss,
two hearts,
two minds,
two lovers,
sweet love somehow finds,
our lips,
our kiss,
our hips,
swaying together,
reminding us,
the moon is smiling,
the earth is spinning,
true love is grinning,
again and again,
as our lips,
such sweet kisses,
such tender touch,
it's not too much,
it's just us,
swaying together,
while music reminds us,
love is near,
love is here,
with us,
holding us together,
while a candle flame flickers,
to and fro,
and we know,
love has beckoned,
another kiss,
another touch,
it's not too much,
embracing us,
in this dream,
of ours,
so it seems,
our lips,
another kiss,
our hips,
nothing amiss,
while tender love,
blows out the swooning candle,
we came when love called,
and we fall,
we fall,
 we fall,
into a lovely mist,
that our beating hearts,
will surely handle.