Sunday, February 27, 2011

Chequerboard

troubled moments often come
behind the hand of fate
multifacet sides to choose
before the game is mate. . . .

pieces come and pieces go
on the chequerboard of time
black is night and day is white
and the Queen will reign sublime. . . . .

1980

Saturday, February 26, 2011

GWADALLEY

GWADALLEY is one of the most rare and obscure goons
in all of Gooneralia since they are all males. Many spend
their entire lifetime trying to reproduce. Obviously some
succeed though it is unclear how they manage.
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Thursday, February 24, 2011

untitled

my baby's been gone
for over a week
no word or wave goodbye

no one's seen her
she just took off
like cloud in a windy sky

she ran off thinkin'
nobody cared that
she's so misunderstood

i guess i never knew
the trouble i had
'cause it ended up no good

it couldn't be fixed
'twas a total loss
broken beyond repair

ruined forever
without any hope
life ain't always fair

(Found in a old book undated)



Monday, February 21, 2011

The Perils of Jogging Part I

Like vicious Piranhas the rat terriers attacked with needle
sharp teeth.

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Thursday, February 17, 2011

time sometimes tells

from a day to a night
from a year to a moon
i've held my arms around you
in search of Brigadoon

from a laugh to a tear
from a smile to a kiss
i've rolled my world around you
looking for my Genisis

from a word to a touch
from an hour to a star
i've scratched the skin around you
and never left a scar

from a second to an eon
from a moment until now
i've search for the meaning
of what a blue wind might endow

1999

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Pisces in Psychedelia

Swim they must, so swim they on, into the deeps. . . 2011
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Wednesday, February 09, 2011

at the edge

down at the edge
where sometimes i slip in
when i yearn for just a taste
of that solitary wine

just past the glimmer
at that little place i know
where no one ever gives a damn
if the moon has lost its shine

down at the edge
where all my hopes are stored
bunddled up in sacks of thoughts
and tied with dreamers twine

i only make my way down there
on dreamy blue moon nights
when everything seems surreal
off the wall but still sublimely fine

2010

Saturday, February 05, 2011

Rick Wratt

He failed at everything he tried
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Tuesday, February 01, 2011

blue moon too

darkenin' too early
or maybe its too late

it all came loose too quickly
shoulda shut the gate

mighta seen it comin'
but i didn't even try

the mornin' was no better
how come i thought it would

turned out like those other times
shoulda knew it would

mighta worked it harder
i sure wish i knew why

2008