Faerymore Shore

Rainbows and bunnies with fluffy pink mittens.
Unicorns dancing with puppies and kittens.
Chocolate and whipped cream on strawberry flowers.
Marshmallow mushrooms and candy cane towers.
Sugar sweet sequins on red liquorish shoes.
A bright feathered hat like the band leaders use.
Or choose any costume that you'd like to wear
then join the parade on a fuzzy blue bear.
A monkey gives candy away on the shore
of the frothy green ocean they call Faerymore.
Children and music and everything fun
at a circus that floats on the rays of the sun.

Department of Youth

grovel at my feet you sweet and sweaty fiend that consumes the hearts and minds of children
tempting idle days of fun and mischief stretching time from weeks to years
when hours seem like days
when simple pleasures fascinate and imaginations overtake
from dawn till dusk till after dark until they hear their names
yelled out by moms from yards away to say the end has come for play
it's time for bed
not yet they say we've only lived a year today
the night and fun consume their souls like packs of dogs out of control
a lifetime lived in every day for twelve short weeks of endless play
around the corner the end doth loom
for autumn brings the summers doom
back to normal back to school that wasn't out forever
you children of the damned that ran a muck and held the village hostage of your fun can now return to the regimented care of strangers and leave the days to us for whom time moves too quickly now
oh to have once more the summer at my feet a slave to my timeless desires

another day (n.e. day pt.2)

sunny and sticky and muggy and hot
a cool day for jimmy like yesterday it's not
the grass and the plants and the green things will thrive
but I need the dark days to keep me alive

n. e. day

dark the day
still warm the mist
the drizzle lifts my soul
the fog
the waves
stones throw away
it's off to work I go

Shady Rest Motel

no tans for me this year
adventures in the light
will take a backseat with the sun
I only stalk at night

vampire proud
lay low all day
in darkness' cool caress
the heat and sun do both conspire
to feed upon my flesh

I can not grasp
in memory's past
how it was ever fun
to squint and sweat and lay all day
a minion of the sun

It's A Shame About Ray

I'm wondering where you've been my friend
we used to meet on the kitchen floor
my mornings aren't so bright and warm
now at my favorite hour
I used to catch you coming through
the windows from the east
those windows don't exist no more
well not for me at least
I lay here like an empty sponge
I miss your friendliness
I want to soak up all you have
your gentle warm caress
I know you're out there
I can see
your light across the street
it's not until the afternoon
now that we get to meet
my morning's dark
since we have moved
and you stopped shining through
my friend the Sun
my morning Ray
oh what's a cat to do.

stunt poet

experimental poetry
a challenge for my brain
I type the first thing in my head and try not to refrain
it may not have a meaning
it won't be about love
they're just a bunch of words I happen to be thinking of
I could try something different
like make then not to rhyme
but they always seem to anyways it happens every time

bondage

they do not know what's stranger
between the list of three

• cat on a leash
• my black toe nails

I'm guessing though, it's

• we.

coffee

the school bus should be here soon
the kids out side my window loom
their mothers taught them when to use
their outside voices
(well in tune!)
there's action on the road outside
jackhammer blasting
I can't hide
from workers yelling
machinery roar
the hole in the road grows more and more.
three neighbor's lawns are being mowed
one at a time
sound overload
one mower stops
the next takes over
no gaps in noise
now here comes Rover.
Spot and Fido join the fun
the barking trio on the run.
road work and mowers
kids and hounds
it's morning in my quiet town.

Deborahdeborah

Deborahdeborah,
Deborahdeborah,
the stars are in your eyes.
When you look at me
calm comes from thee
and floats me in the sky.
The angels flock around me
they want to take me home.
When Deborahdeborah unfolds her wings
I know I'm not alone.

Requiem

How far had the body traveled before its final rest stop in this silver urn?
How many lives had it touched, sights seen, foods tasted, time wasted, sounds had it made and heard?
Is this grand finale a Bastille or a reprieve for time served in life?
And what of its companions? Empty shells unceremoniously scattered nearby?
And their souls.
Were there souls?
Are there souls for these few?
I doubt it.
They were hated and hit. They lived only for them selves.
To touch and to see and to taste and waste, and the sounds that they made and heard were their only designs in life.
But what of art and compassion and love and sacrifice. Were none of these virtues on their list?
Genocide!
Death to them all, I say!
Let them all die!
They are a bane to my solitude.

I heard a fly die as it buzzed
the web around the cup
was like a ladder hanging down
still it could not
climb up

Kerouac and Me

From East to West Coast
From North to Key West
For three days I spent three years on the road with Jack
Me in a dog of a bus ($55.00 any destination)
For He
the adventure of lifetimes.

Layover
Chicago
I stretched my legs and napped on a bench in the bus station
Underground
Like an empty tomb after hours
Jack had apple pie
I kicked a broken vending machine
From here we went our separate ways
In separate times
Together still
(or, Me with Him)
We witnessed the country we crossed
Albeit out my window for Me
and in His pages for We
The pages I turned as I rode
as I read "On the Road"
On the road.

assonantal ejaculation

do poets dream
is lust obscene
that so unclean
the magazine
that soiled the jean
deprived of cream
the in between
that swam upstream
as flowers scream
at the machine
from the ravine
of poets dream

Burn

when will I write to me
for me
not to you to whom you see
you think you see
not me
to me
you drunk
you poet
you selfish ass
what secrets fester in your booze drenched sponge
flesh heart soul
tainted tempted rotting
speak to me don't lie
share purge confess
lonesome lonely loner
master slave of man
friend to beast and beat
savant servant
repent or hide

Another Damn Poem?

Welly, welly, welly, well. What does Dandy have to tell?

Last week I made some B.L.T.'s
with double meat and cheddar cheese.
Green leaf lettuce and 9 grain wheat.
Hot house tomatoes, great to eat.
They taste so good I made some more.
Then feeling stuffed, layed on the floor.
I love to cook, I love to eat.
My cat does circles 'round my feet.
This wasn't meant to be a poem,
weird thing just happen, home alone.
I put the blame on Dr. Seuss.
I'm more like him than Mother Goose.
That's all I have to say this time,
I hope you liked my little rhyme.

PROSODY

I have not written much of late.
At prolific poetics
I'm not so great.
But still you check me every day
to see what wit
I toss your way.
No words of wisdom
have I for you
like, "Brush your teeth when you are through.
Wipe your feet outside the door."
or,"Quoth the raven, nevermore."
I'm cooking breakfast as I write.
I should have written this last night.
I'm most inspired
when out of time.
That's why this verse
will end this rhyme.

Vincent

Star light so bright

I Peed in my yard last night
Peed to the left
And to the right
So cold I could have got frostbite
I stood too long
In ten below
So many stars it seemed to glow
My yard so white
Last night 'twas so
Now all that's left Is yellow snow