when hashflew

a wheel of murglins
sleemahdons

wheeling circles

into the fading firsk. . .

the sky was thick

with weely frabes
or anxious beelzers bent  

from out the scandlous thirsk. . .

long of tooth and quick to run

let them howl and then to flee

it makes no difference hoo hah hee

if  sqwahks are pressed by wursk. . .

such a flurry, such a dither

marlons standing by the edge 

they got the news they knew was pale

so all are running so depursk. . .. . .

geezles gabble by the fling

and naught to land upon

threw the hawser hard alee
while the deckmen sing so blursk. . .

so do before the tides are neap

do bring them down to Banker's Grip
side by each into the fray
there be gimbels up the zirsk. . .    
they cast them off to stardom
into the cold blue deep. . .
some thought they knew the way
but they failed to see the beesk. . .
now where the weazzles sit

one by two i'd heard them say

here lurks the bonky oolakray
that feeler faced buzzeesk. 

2014

The Barkha

                                     The Barkha, a canine burqa

Bring it on

pencilnecks and havahearts 

will get no second chance

they should have come in battlegear

instead of dressed to dance

they failed at every tour-de-force

when all the hammers fell

and far across the rainy sky

there was a lonesome knell

wavered souls and plastic beads

contain no ambiance

while drunken faithful swarm as one

into a magic trance

Gideon's bible lacks the stroke

to save the fools from hell

the street's a chancey place to run 

it casts an evil spell

2009

Grasshopper Demolition Company

                                   
    It will require several 
days with the full crew to
remove to the huge carcass
of the Orthoptera Giganticus
from the area.

                                   
           
                                     
                
                                     

time changed

trailing glances left to see
another hidden side of me
random chances should not be
and a man should never have to flee. . .
worn out phrases spoken low
bring reaction rather slow
routine phases of my days
march before me in strange ways. . . 
lost emotions buried deep
parallel my fitful sleep
distant notions lost from sight
fly like birds in vagrant flight. . .
glowing moments from beyond
change into a special bond
trav'ling into gray oblique
from a world of hard critique. . .
passing fancies i would have
searching for a mental salve
staying in forgotten times
needing dollars having dimes. . .
sleeping sometimes waking most
first a visitor then a host
vague and murky futures fogged
might be dry might get bogged. . .

1971

Six ways to save you

six ways to showdown in a Smith and Wesson mode
in the line of duty with an unforgiving load
they are your answers to trouble on the road
or to the one who broke into your personal abode

six ways to deal with the thug upon the street
the one you hoped you'd never ever have to meet
small bolts of lightning to knock him off his feet
it is the cold steel truth that brings the final heat

six ways to answer to that scary midnight sound
in a lethal triumph where Fate will soon be found
bad taste of venom in each and every round
your equalizer when you think you've run aground

June 2014

Beautiful bugs