Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Siamese-Mao

brown face cat
intense of eye
cobalt blue
ringed like sky
you look at me
with mystic gaze
your heart won't tell
the game it plays
brown of foot
of face and ear
there are things
that give you fear
vanilla fur
and small brown nose
midget claws
on midget toes
chocolate ears
chocolate tail
always staulking
some strange trail
light brown stockings
to your knees
the 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

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

a mental journey

not a matter of seclusion
in sturdy castle walls
just a case of deep confusion
in pinched neurotic halls

not a lost or false illusion
steeped by freedom's wings
just a tangent of intrusion
slow pursuit of many things

not a distant tight reclusion
abyssed by mental shade
just a chance for full transfusion
to halt the masquerade

February 1978

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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


Saturday, May 14, 2011

Shardosaurus

Broken glass, iron scraps and glue 2009

Breweryville, Texas

the mopes lead the blind
the deaf lead the dumb
some are lucky, some are kind
some are tense, some are numb
this is not the rule of thumb
it is the lawe of flunkeydom

the wise stay behind
the lost lead the way
some will look, some will find
some will worry, some will pray
the only rule of any day
is try to stage a good horseplay

1977

Sunday, May 01, 2011

Crisis level unknown

Chequered 2011
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