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my pet shark

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My pet shark is quite unruly,  and won’t listen to a word I say.

I took it to shark obedience school––which cost a pretty penny, let me tell you––

but he didn’t respond.  It was practically as if he was completely unaware

of the training at all.   In fact, just between you and me,

some of the other sharks didn’t respond so well either,  and would go into a frenzy

every time instructor would try to feed them.

My poor shark.  I can’t take it anywhere.

Most of my friends won’t visit anymore…. they say they are allergic… Ha!

I’ll bet they aren’t allergic at all, I’ll bet they are just scared. . .

For no good reason, I might add, because it is not like I let him hang out

on the couch.

My shark’s name is Silly.  Because he does seem silly and restless and swims

back and forth and doesn’t respond to much of anything and hardly ever smiles.

Don’t tell him I said so, but I’m thinking of setting him loose,

I’m thinking of setting him free into the wide ocean somewhere,

and finding a pet that can offer a little more affection and interaction now and then.

hippo

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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.

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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.  

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

Points

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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

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sleepless

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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.

old man w/ headfull of dreamz … (1:04 min. recording)

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d12old man head full of dreams

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. . . 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

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new years poem

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Occluded vision into the future
rowdy time
mesmerizing
hovering on the horizon
drifting above
the sea sharing rain with
the ocean evaporating back
into the cloud

the circle continues and expands
The past Occluded by
future Memory
the future occluded
by the past yet to be
we are spinning

inside of smoky shadows
we are appearing
out of Amber crystals
we see the stars flimsily
as we repeat unrecorded time
as we expand
through yet another universe

we see time flimsily
we see stars drift flimsily through
the atmosphere
through the cornea
to the neuron
through the shimmy and shake
of the blood-cell-neuro-transmitter

where are we
inside the lightning bolt?
the electrical attraction?
the firing of the neuron we call ourselves?

dj
12-31-15

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