Poetry
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
California Casual
Much can be
said
About a black
cat
Lounging on a white
Windowsill
In the blazing yellow
Sunshine
Hoots mon! It's a braw, bricht, moonlicht nicht
It certainly would be nice if I could get these cataracts removed.
Lunam Impiarum Animarum
Storm ridden skies, beat
Upon the midnight lantern
Till days turn blood red
A Tree Dies in Sacramento
When a tree falls in this city, does anyone care about its screams?
Homeless Squirrels
Stretched across the roadway, this life, shed too easily; anything helps,
but thoughts and prayers.
Web of Reality
A mind for eight legs
A body for making eggs
A desire for more
Smells Like …
A flower by any other name would taste like ketchup and mustard.
AUGOCHLOROPSIS METALLICA
I saved this flower for you, that one day you will save the world for me.
Raspberry Vodka
I pray each day that I shed you easily, like snake skin pajamas.
Zappa Speaks
Frank, no single sentence can match the genius of your raucous rhythms.
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