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Posted: 10/27/2008 9:48:25 PM | HOW MUCH
I strolled along the glacier ridge
Rolling a fat grape leaf
Into the shape of Kurt Vonnegut.
Several hours and days of frustrated
Incompleteness later, the purple-veined thin sheaths
Wilting and sere, I called an ambulance
And promptly fell asleep
On a barbeque spit fashioned
From old hubcaps and Aretha Franklin 45s (the records, that is).
Buoyant with joy,
I spritzed velcro on my jockstrap
And reentered the House of Bollocks.
The bouncer waylaid me at the first plinth:
"How much?", I yawned viciously.
"Two Cat's Cradles, and a flagon of amarula!"
The band was comatose but inviting,
The fleas athletic and humid,
The stars aligned and brocaded with lint. | |
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Posted: 10/28/2008 1:21:21 PM | MARRY ME ....
.... under the sodden moon.
We'll drink sarsaparilla and swoon,
Clip coupons all day and cavort
On a rock of gypsum by Walter, snort
Joss sticks slathered in gangrened paste
And splay on our elephant-sized bed post-haste! | |
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Posted: 11/3/2008 9:24:52 PM | thanks for the posts.
i've gone the "all in one" route myself, this time.
addict’s lament
i’m seeking my oblivion
that next hit
it will last
and permit me
to live fast
while avoiding things
those interesting things
that life brings
that are messy
and depressing
or sad
those things that
make life bad
you see them daily
in sunday papers
and magazines
and on tv shows
gals suing guys
who said “marry me”
and, in love’s flush
thought that was it
thought it was enough
to lend the guy money
so he could pay his debt
and, then, big surprise
the guy is gone
after telling lies
it’s their problem now
as credit charges rise
i heard it, also
on wcbs news
880 on your dial
if you can stand the blues
i know i can’t
and so i retreat
to my drugs
which make me feel neat
and i don’t have to worry
about emotional pain
such things won’t touch me
not ever again
i’ll just sit here alone
with my drugs and such
and life won’t intrude
won’t bother me much | |
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Posted: 11/5/2008 10:41:29 AM | Crap how the hell did I miss a whole week? Sonovabiatch!
I am a minority of One
Exchange my soul for your name
Exchange my heart for your folly
A choice is made and a hard one at that
Whether I elect to go for the maximum
Or settle for less has been the case before
I remain a minority of One
Here amongst the maddening crowd
Raising my voice amidst the clamor
Yet still always somewhat apart
Resolved and persistent in my own agenda
Working overtime to stay true
To who and what I have become
A contented minority of One | |
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Posted: 11/7/2008 3:37:57 PM | heh, heh. mr. ed, "of course".  i crack myself up!
thorn, you can go back and catch up, if you like.
hard one
ask me a question
i’ll tell you no lies
nodding thoughtfully, you query
“will the economy rise?”
peering into the depths
of my crystal ball
the portents shift madly
it’s too soon to call
quivering in your brooks brothers suit
as i say, “sir, that’s a hard one;
but i am reasonably certain,
now that the election is done”
“the economy will recover,
it’s time to buy, buy, buy.
tell the mavens at charles schwab
they don’t have to cry.” | |
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Posted: 11/18/2008 6:05:24 PM | Blood on the streets slick and overflowing with crimson
Of a love once more beaten to death like the proverbial horse
It matches the futile apathy emblazoned within her wilting heart
Much like the knock off hand bag and those designer shoes
She now casually tosses into her empty everything box
As she makes her way to the door one last time yet again
"You don't own me" she yelled before her last return
"Take a picture it will last longer" the bitter jilted lover spat
And with that she was gone until the next time rolled around
Hints and allegations being what they are mean little to nothing
They are words found only between passion and condescension
The only thing for sure is that there will again be blood on the streets
To match the futile apathy emblazoned within her wilting heart
Until the next time rolls around and she finally finds me gone for good
Such joy only found in the silence of one heart beating true to its intent
And my intent is to remain silent until I am surround by joy once more | |
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Posted: 12/2/2008 10:39:06 AM | Bells chime out once more in the wilderness
They echo through the chasms of my memories
As the sled dogs of hope move ever closer still
Yet now as before too far away for my salvation
Unlikely to pause or be cause for my redemption
Despite the harried hurried whip of their master
Icicles fall stabbing at old wounds in new snow
Leaving only scarlet ripples behind in their wake
One way or another in spite of the desire the cold sets in
Chilling me to the bone on yet another wasted Saturday night
Left alone buried in an unrelenting avalanche of emotion
Frost now covers a photograph of you despite your warmth
Free radio plays only songs that remind me of you
Betwixt the pop and static of intermittent icy regret
Changing the dial does little to change my state of mind
The best damn fool can see that change truly brings nothing
Only foolish hope that hopelessly harangues the naive
The cold hard truth leaving nothing but a frostbitten heart | |
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Posted: 12/6/2008 10:53:51 AM | Got a red streak
flowin down my head
Free radio plays
as I stumble from bed
Only one way to shake
all of my pain
Hit the high road steady
to wilderness lane
I'm the best damn fool
you ever did see
Bells chime
when you think about me!
Got my truck packed
all ready to go
Headin down South
to where I don't know
It's Saturday Night
gonna tear it up good
that photograph of you
tucked under my hood!
I wont be back
for awhile or more
so kiss me ...
and miss me!
Time to even the score.
:) | |
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Posted: 12/6/2008 3:57:20 PM | I hear the alarm on my clock radio
the song is alright so I let it go
I rise to no surprise and wipe the crust off my eyes
It's just another day without her by my side.
Sip on my coffee and light a smoke
got to find a way to find some hope
Slip on my shoes and force a another grin
try to make something out of nothing again
Everyday I look for her
I see her everywhere I go
I feel something about her
but I guess I'll never know
Cause every time I try to fly
I get shot down and don't know why
I never thought love was born of competition
I always thought love was just a way of livin
But now I know how to win your love
I need a credit check and a prayer from above
cause you need man who can run in this race
not another dreamer with his own slow pace
you need a man that shines like the sun
not another chance for a diamond in the rough
you need a man who can park on the street
not another guy who gets around on his feet
I know I could love you and maybe some how
when I get my head on my shoulders and out of the clouds
when I finally stop dreaming and get the lead out
when it's finally reality then I'll stand up and shout
thank you my love for believing in me now
the strength of my soul I no longer doubt
and with my arms around you I feel the burning inside
I give it to you as our hearts collide
your breasts against my chest
my hand on your thigh
in this great moment there is no time
then I rise to no surprise and wipe the crust from my eyes
sip my coffee while I search the classifieds. | |
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Posted: 12/7/2008 4:45:33 PM | panoramic
a photograph of you
I just can't throw away
so much sweetness
lingering in
the landscape of the past
they think I make a wilderness
of now
they'll never understand
that you knew how
to love me
I'm not sorry
no, never
I gave my heart to love
without holding back a thing
for once, I wasn't clever
I was the best damn fool
ever | |
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Posted: 12/7/2008 8:16:14 PM | WINTER'S CHILL
The winds are blowing chilly,
The summer tans have faded,
Teeth all chatter rhythmically,
As the snow falls on tree-tops high.
The fireplace crackles loudly,
Grandma's bread bakes in the oven,
We search the attic for our mittens,
What has happened to July?
How I miss the smell of summer,
Suntan oil and perfumed bodies,
Replaced by scents of winter,
Fresh-cut pine and the holiday meal.
The ocean roars with sadness,
Her visitors are gone now.
They're all bundled up with blankets,
Safe from winter's chill. | |
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Posted: 12/7/2008 11:47:38 PM | A photograph of you
A child-like smile sculpted to sing,
It breaks and cracks against the photo grain;
To be young at this age was a great thing,
So hard to keep up and sustain.
Eighteen was fun and had it’s place,
Free of economical strains and strife;
I longed for my own type of space,
Accumulating cash through speech or might.
I wish that I could not grow old,
Because the world will never lose its strength;
Multiples with enormous size and length,
Young minds conform into the mold.
The night can cause the spirit to deplete,
But the day can grow life amidst concrete. | |
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Posted: 12/9/2008 12:46:36 AM | NATURE'S BLAME
A Villanelle
Seasons change, nothing remains.
The tide ebbs on shifting sand.
Who but nature is to blame?
Clutching at material gains,
We fail to understand
Seasons change, nothing remains.
Flowers bloom, then fade away.
Leaves fall on rolling land.
Who but nature is to blame?
The sky screams with growing pains,
Showering us with tears, unplanned.
Seasons change, nothing remains.
Nothing ever stays the same
As we grow from small to grand.
Who but nature is to blame?
Birds fly back from there they came.
Death makes its last demand.
Seasons change, nothing remains.
Who but nature is to blame? | |
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Posted: 1/10/2009 5:24:01 PM | thanks for all the posts.
i was chastised (nicely) for not taking my muse responsibilities seriously. my apologies, and i will try to do better. 
topics for the week ending january 19, 2009
slave driver
pure
every morning
hold me
peculiar feeling
disguise
the ride | |
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Posted: 1/10/2009 5:48:34 PM | Pure ambition is the slave driver that cracks the whip
Beating away the disguise I would foolishly have others see
It is a peculiar feeling to be seen as you truly are
Stripped naked of your pretense and inhibitions
By one who has no contempt for such simple things
Yet even devoid of this familiar friendly facade
Now cracking and falling away under extreme duress
She will still hold me and spur me on harder yet
Such is the allure of ambition in her purest form
So each and every morning I shall awake anew
Blindly prepared to enjoy the ride and what it brings | |
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Posted: 1/12/2009 11:11:16 PM | DESTINATION UNKNOWN
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The Ride can be pleasing for a moment, it's teasing
only to come back with a lack of the love we are needing
a love so pure we could die from it's greeting
our hearts on our sleeves can be seen beating and bleeding
the slave driver of time keeps us moving youth fleeting
boldly do we seek atonement for our patience receding
only to discover the blind secrets we keep
are our minds disguise of it's snake like creep
what could pull me from this peculiar feeling I speak
crying out Hold me from the depths of my soul I scream
and every morning I rise knowing my reality is a dream
if I could control my thoughts the ride no longer a stream
twisting and turning in it's serpentine scheme
but wide as the ocean no doubt of my being
no limits no desire nobody nothing. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2009 8:58:39 PM | every morning
every morning
i awake
wondering if i will recall
some dream muse that visited me
in the long corridors of night
and, usually
the answer is no
unless the alarm goes off
and wakes me
during the dream
and today i awoke
with a vivid picture
in my head
and, it was bizarre
if i am any judge
i was on some cooking show
maybe on the food network
but…i was the chef
and i was doing a demo
and it was nonsensical
i was baking a cake
(that never happens)
and then, i was frosting it
(SIMILARLY…that also
never happens)
and then,
i took some imaginary tool
and turned the butter
into butter cream
which isn’t possible
but that is what happened
at least, before
i woke up and said
“huh???”
no, that ain’t reality | |
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