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Sizable hippopotamus lights a cigar and prepares to ease himself into the muddy River– it’s moments like these, he thought, that hold eternity together and keep it from flying apart at the seams.

admin  Jun 6, 2017 Poetry

The wreckers I have

humbled by the furry dogs 

near the Hilton 

all the thank you robots 

in the lobby lines 

somersault by the hats.

Time plays with its umbrella

and feeds us to the bartender, 

doing tricks ~ (Twirling bottles 

In the air)

as if he were a gigolo

trying to impress —

evolutionary lack of caution 

makes me roll the dice 

ever more frenetically 

across the sweet green fur

of the table, 

and then spin the roulette wheel 

ever more frantically ~

betting red and black,  and 

red,  and black,  and even zero 

from time to time…. 

like its nothing.  

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

admin  Jan 28, 2017 Poetry

Points McGillicutty was a whiskey drinkin’ fool is what most of ’em would say.

Not that Points cared none or listened to any of that tomfoolery bushwhackin’ nonsense.

No wonder he drank the whiskey is what I always tells ’em, what would you do,

comin’ in from the golf course and struck dead by lightnin’ bolts then brought

back to life again by different lightnin’ bolts –– hell –– no wonder ol’ Points is a 

whiskey drinkin’ fool is what I tells ’em, and they shakes they head and shuffles off,

probly to they own whiskey hidden in the closets in they basements cuz I bet you

a c-note most of ’em is hippocritz that way ~ shows to go ya ~ lightnin’ juice ~

hell yeah ~ everybody need a taste sometimes ~ ain’t no excuse but it’s truth.  

dj

admin  Nov 14, 2016 Poetry

world. or worlds. or world. or worlds.

bafflement couch. sunshine calling. me.

everything. everything calling me. at once.

when I want to do ten things at the same time,

I stand in the middle of the room, and don’t

know. just don’t know. I am made of water.

I am made of air. with a little bit of fire.

a fire that sets me on fire in the wind.

the ground. is. somewhere. I don’t know.

admin  Sep 19, 2016 Poetry

old man head full of dreams

admin  Aug 30, 2016 Audio Spoken Word, Photos, Poetry

. . . the thing of it is . . . the thing-a-ma-jig was missing,

and the Chevy went all tremolo like a brand new hobo

bumming-a-dime from Marilyn Monroe.  You know,

we were up there in Kokomo . . . stranded at Denny’s,

ordering infinite coffee, losing all track of time,

and getting second rounds of “Moons Over My Hammy”

when Junior remembered the chewing gum trick,

because he saw it in that movie,  you know,  and hallelujah!

I hate to ponder it,  but if that hadn’t worked we’d a probably

gone crazy . . . or worse!

dj

8-16-16

admin  Aug 18, 2016 Poetry

broke down clown downtown lounge

admin  Aug 18, 2016 Uncategorized