Toilet & Ass: a Love    Affair.
I want to make this relationship work
The tidy bowl man has other ideas
t's just you and I, and that's enough
Oh, how I do love these quick encounters!
there is no need for modesty, I've seen you naked
Are we having trouble again?
Now is not the time to forget
                                                   your training!
Mother is not here to hold your hand.
If you must,
Please refer to a higher authority
Discuss religion,
                                  or enemas.
Our love-
Is it as strong as two ply?
a contract on paper, a declaration
I am just your object of affection.
Don't tease me,
                   ;but I do love the attention.
Do it to me before you leave!
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*{ healthy eating.
Serves 8.
This casserole sings.
Korean cookery abounds, finely sauteed
braised in sauce,
kufta.
skim'd off of foamy solids,
the remnants,
after the clarification,
does not overwhelm the delicate nature of the sole.
there shall be no substitutions.
(for those unfamiliar with squid.)
Here,
piquant ginger-scallion sauce reflects
the Oriental influences on Hawaiian cookery.
it also freezes well
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A little red.
bread crumbs were not needed
this trail was well marked.
even the ants knew the way.
in the queue,
out the pack,
no one- was desirable
or as undesirable.
the red velvet table linen,
laid so carefully.
on elbows,
full of knees.
sun-glasses,
drifting down,
past the bridge of her nose
a sting,
of new rawness
aloe vera- straight from the can.
spread thick.
nobody likes a sandy burger.
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Home Rev. 2
There
That's it.
it isn't the same at all
like a place revisited
found on a map
with blue veins- the back of someone's hand
the landmarks have shifted
the points of interest have moved away to
sunnier climates
A temple? you say,
more likely ancient ruins, rundown
bring down the iron ball and be done with me
When can I feel my own age?
Oh, how much do I desire a cane, a walking stick
being only five.
it all falls away
to be collected, classified
applied with critical analysis
what was He doing on August the 21st of 1983.
         (christopher)
are moth balls the breeders of nostalgia?
the wholly preservers of the once was
a clouded crystal ball held in the hand
uttering one silent whisper,
                                                                           "wait."
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city dreaming.
under cracked cement, walk up
up to the tantamount square.
gravel is the gist, sworth away
tossed Hovers of Bangladesh, with their sea serpents
and open bottles of gin.
the night airs unbreathable, the cough of mid-night
in Sailor,
We do find the occasion night spot
the all night dinner. the asphalt breaths from underfoot, under wallet
the street decays and drips from the root. the tar heel'd toe
briskly placed toward the fountain, the open park, the night owl.
the sea opens up like a used umbrella
fornication with the stars
the upper crescent moon- with its hue'd purple face.
a beautiful woman holds up a yellow balloon. the world,
she sees,
the cars,
                      open bridge breach
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The Yard Sale
There are frogs, 10 cents a piece
sitting on green glass pebbles
in greasy water.
A sign above the goldfish
bowl, 10 cents a piece
scrawled in blue crayon.
Someone's discarded hobby stacked high above
the faded dinner cloths and soiled doilies,
a collection of beer bottles,
frayed labels and
a million phantoms of a million grains of barley.
The pink eye's of rabbits aren't sad.
a Woman comes & removes
a tag from off their big iron cage.
a pair of small shoes, good shoes.
and a dress shirt, light blue and with every button.
I buy the shirt.
The Woman rises. Takes my money. She smiles as
she fastens each and every button.
Folds, and carefully places in a shopping bag.
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conversations from the gutter
spilt. the answers always reside in the back of the book.
the hostile banana peel fought its way among the avocado and
chicken soufflé. the phone rang with a white curl of smoke that
resembles the father of the country. apron strings not unlike
those used in a doctors office. johnny carson sat in our living
room eating cashews by the handful. let no meat stand between me
you and a higher cause. she stood angelic white peppercorns
speckled her brow as she stirred the chicken stock with an
upturned hand. a gold ring. 4 out of 5. Was it ready yet?
....the games played will affect no one but the cheese they
protect and the psychological effects of such laws in this
state...
the phone rang. a stampede. the pencil. the correct answers are
a.) b.) c.)
IT WAS A SALE. IT WAS A WAR IN BOSNIA. IT WAS TWO KIDS GETTING
SHOT. IT WAS A CROSSWORD PUZZLE.
a benign trumpet player played the wah-wahs over my mothers
fears. a white curl of smoke. a blue suit was hung from the hook
and suffocated under a plastic bag. the stain could not be
removed. two night of all night it was to be and the fork was
inserted. was it to be the right formula for chicken tar tar?
two over and once around and back again that's how it goes. make
the little bunny ears. slip in the noose. was it ready yet?
..like all things the cost of todays food prices are sky
rocketing..... and now for your listening pleasure...
let it boil and cut your looses. I hear if you only invest in
mutual funds the benefits far outweigh the investment. I can't do
that.. think of the children. George Washington cut down no
cherry trees. father slurped up the newspaper with a golden ring.
a water circle bubbled up in a caldron of unstewed potatoes. the
phone rang. and inside was a nickel dime and three quarters - so
much for a birthday cake. the plates rattled.
get thee gone...
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