What now, they ask, the Frappis. . .?
standing all together
are the grumbahs in a crail
the gooneroles seem duddy
and weak upon the trail. . .
meelers in their fraska
rhombers in the trace
horn to horn they frather
as they slaver face to face. . .
morka and daloonga
reaching to their limits
the frappis reeled about in snerd
hoping for the zimmits. . .
stunned they were by zider zee
galloompah and the gweezals
'twas an awful price to pay
for butterflies and weezels. . .
mad and sad and walloped
they trudged their way along
knowing not what lay ahead
they whanged the baleful gong.
1999
Interaction period at the Paranoia Clinic
There's always somebody looking. 2010
Floating
i follow you
a happy bubble
in the wake
of your laughter
the magic
of your voice
provides
a current
on which i float
in shawdowlike pursuit
1974
Walls
everyone builds walls
to protect themselves
from whatever evil
they fear might lurk
but it is true
that wildmen
tear down walls
faster than wisemen
can build them
1986
They do occur
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Schooling
If you build the aquarium, the fish will come 2010
Integrity
DEFEND
YOUR
INTEGRITY
NOBLY
NOT
BY
IMITATING
THE
UNCIVIL
AND
UNCOUTH
BEHAVIOR
OF
OTHERS
1986
Mike's Supper Club
i grooved across the dance floor
feeling lost and sort of blue
got a little woozy
but still i thought of you. . .
i danced until my feet ached
but really didn't care
started feeling lousy
'cause my baby wasn't there. . .
i danced like old St. Vitus
spun girls i didn't know
got a little seasick
but still you didn't show . . .
i thought about your grayblue eyes
intensely in my soul
became a little dizzy
as i lost my self control . . .
i saw some blonde haired women
but none with pale spun gold
i finally got all bluesy
as i saw the scene unfold . . .
i felt the madness of the music
watching people pose and flaunt
started feeling funky
i am your favorite haunt. . .
February 1973
Rednose Bullpup
"I ain't never bit nobody" 2010
The Bike
Into the scootersphere of time and space . . . . 2010
The bike, Caballo de hiero
i have thrown my leg across the iron horse
and spurred into escape upon the back
of my rubber-hooved mount
hurtling into the face of the wind
in full flight with jagged rays of sun
where hot is just a word
and cool is a rush of feeling
i soar like a bird unwinged
down silvered sheets of concrete
through windy halls of whistling air
and slant deep curved into the void
down the fast and sinking curves
to race the blue sky full throttle
hard twisted and open
beneath the golden dome of life.
1973
The Bad Bulldog
Kills for Milkbones or just for fun 2010
