Between two there was a secret. Not so proud so they will keep it. Complicated lives are theirs, Lying wailing on the stairs.
White mist drops on forest trees. A gavel pounds and a decree: No warning will be posted. Apples a day are killing thee.
Men of private island lifestyle Catch and capture butterflies. How many men have flown there Will now never come to light.
Her first word was Dada, Or was it data? Caesar salada, Is what you ate. Points of data. Size of feet. Bra size, pant size. Eyes anesthetized. We agree to give away. The things we do. The things we say. Stored and used as requested, To sell you a handbag, Or win an election.
No offence, we like the fence Members of both points of View not ever black and white Above the dirty rascals Sitting tall on walls of grey Beloved Kings of Castles pray A digit will not point their way Back down beneath the Muffets Missed through glasses tinTED Talks aloud in discrete spectrums Seeing spiders … Continue reading No Offense (A Poem)
A professor of mine used to say this. Frequently. It was as if it was the most important thing he was trying to convey to us. I wasn't fully sure what he was talking about at the time. Twenty years later I might be suffering from a full garbage dump. The rubbish I was seeing … Continue reading Garbage In, Garbage Out
There are many creatures in Squirrelville. There are bears that don't care. There are skunks that don't give a funk. There are chipmunks that like to watch me get drunk. It used to be peaceful before idiots on four-wheelers. I won't even get into the golf carts and Jet Skis.