May 8, 2007

Methinks Myself a Crudly One

Lucky me, oh yes sir-ee, I'll have some FUN tonight!
Old boys and young men alike are lookin' for a fight
And the moon is redder than red red spaghett-er
Totally covered with a cardinal colored sauce.
How the jaded lady will quiver when I try to get 'er
Elongated on a wet bed of some mushy midnight moss.

Thoughts by a Flower Bed in Turkey

Don't lose sleep over the miles between you and happiness;
It won't be long before the oceans dry, the world shrinks, and
She will be close enough to fill the room with light.
Tonight you will dream that you will smile tomorrow
And maybe you will wake with her light on your face.
Notice how the minutes are faster when you think of her?
Celebrate what you have, do not let your tears touch the
Earth; all that will grow there is a deeper sadness, a dead flower.

May 3, 2007

Battered Traveller in a Train Depot in Utah

Cold cuts on old rye bread tucked in a napsack.
He plays the panflute, the oboe, claves and harmonica.
Arrived in Provo with a new scar carved across his lips.
Red stains on his torn jeans. A misunderstanding, he says.
All his burps smell like anchovies and diesel gasoline.
Can't remember a warm bed or a kiss goodnight.
This is the only way to live, guarantees personality.
Eleven months with a limp, the bullet still in his foot.
Rents a boat with his last crumpled dollars. Drifts.

May 2, 2007

Pink Lemonade and the World News Section

Violence carries the volunteers in on burning wings.
I heard it won't be long before we're sent back home.
Cold bodies covered in warm sweat, home to new holes.
The body count scampers by on the streaming news bulletin.
Oh say can you see though the thick bus bomb smoke?
Retired orthodontists in Florida shake their balding heads,
You know I had a patient whose brother's son died there.

May 1, 2007

Hungry Hordes of Silly Words, Raise Thy Broadswords!

Those fallen words we have cast aside, away, swept
Under the proverbial rug with dust and mouse shit,
Return to our lips in all of your ugly scabbed glory.
Dork farts, mung, and grundel burps, welcome back.