Siamese-Mao
brown face catintense of eyecobalt blueringed like skyyou look at me with mystic gazeyour heart won't tellthe game it playsbrown of footof face and earthere are thingsthat give you fearvanilla furand small brown nosemidget claws on midget toeschocolate earschocolate tailalways staulkingsome strange traillight brown stockingsto your kneesthe sounds you make are hungry pleas.1982
Sweat and clay
They run because they can . . . . 2011
Dringledads
Oh! My goodness!
Mercy be!
the Dringledads
are after me!
Oh! My heavens!
Oh, Boo Hoo!
I think there might be
More than two
Oh! Gee whiz!
Let me flee!
I think I am
pursued by three!
Oh! Holy cow!
Ouch! and Wow!
They swing from
every branch and bough!
Oh! My God!
Oh! MyLord!
It is a
Dringledadian Horde!
1977
a mental journey
not a matter of seclusionin sturdy castle wallsjust a case of deep confusionin pinched neurotic hallsnot a lost or false illusionsteeped by freedom's wingsjust a tangent of intrusionslow pursuit of many thingsnot a distant tight reclusionabyssed by mental shadejust a chance for full transfusionto halt the masqueradeFebruary 1978
Maybe now, . . . . maybe then.
I always hoped it might have been . . . . . . . 2011
the rolling wheel of time
princes,knaves, and rednecks too,
they all stand in a line,
in a queue of ignorance
for the coming of their time,
they think they see,
they think they hear,
but only wise men know,
that at a time
when things are right,
a day, a month, a year,
Fate will come and take them all
away some darkening night;
the troubles of the future
lie in a snarling web,
hopes come in upon the flood
and fear leaves with the ebb.
1974
Shardosaurus
Broken glass, iron scraps and glue 2009
Breweryville, Texas
the mopes lead the blindthe deaf lead the dumbsome are lucky, some are kindsome are tense, some are numbthis is not the rule of thumbit is the lawe of flunkeydomthe wise stay behindthe lost lead the waysome will look, some will findsome will worry, some will praythe only rule of any dayis try to stage a good horseplay1977