The morning, another wake-up
Envisioned as one of those
Movie montages with rock music
And a girl with a starboard chest
To spend the rest of your life with
She's a fighter, and that's
The best we've got
But no one will ever die
I'll take you from yours
If you take me from mine
We're upstairs with hot coffee standing by
Waking up is as falling asleep
Now start over
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Revolutionary Moon
These questions need to be asked
And in due turn an answer would be nice
Meanwhile--it's supper, and shall we
Suppose with our ice tea that that should suffice
And on account of the stars and moon above
The sightly seasons spin as does the earth
And try do we to predict the weather like a fine fit glove
But no we can't, no more, no less--than our screaming birth
Thus, are sure of just a few little things
And in due turn an answer would be nice
Meanwhile--it's supper, and shall we
Suppose with our ice tea that that should suffice
And on account of the stars and moon above
The sightly seasons spin as does the earth
And try do we to predict the weather like a fine fit glove
But no we can't, no more, no less--than our screaming birth
Thus, are sure of just a few little things
Such as the green grass and the buzz of pesky house flies
And with age and with that the wrinkle it so quickly brings
But on account of surprise, maybe rationalize and philosophize
However, what else should or could we do...?
Another morning with corn flakes, newspaper and spoon
Another place or time, a radical assault...a coup
Today--the earth crashed into the revolutionary moon!
However, what else should or could we do...?
Another morning with corn flakes, newspaper and spoon
Another place or time, a radical assault...a coup
Today--the earth crashed into the revolutionary moon!
Friday, November 10, 2006
Transcontinental
You were the best
Damn underwater basket weaver
In the whole desert,
But you took with the camels
And traversed coral caverns
Leaving aqua cacti in sandy wake
Embroidered upon your last sagebrush basket
"Whosoever, no one lives forever"
Amongst trails and tales of blowing desert sand,
It couldn't have been accidental
As watermark ocean waves,
You were transcontinental
Damn underwater basket weaver
In the whole desert,
But you took with the camels
And traversed coral caverns
Leaving aqua cacti in sandy wake
Embroidered upon your last sagebrush basket
"Whosoever, no one lives forever"
Amongst trails and tales of blowing desert sand,
It couldn't have been accidental
As watermark ocean waves,
You were transcontinental
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Martin & the Mob (of Cliches)
This needs no introduction, for it was all in a day's work, and all things being equal, Martin bit off more than he could chew. It was the moment of truth and the calm before the storm when he told the powers that be, he may be ready to throw in the towel and venture onward.He didn't beat around the bush, or beat a dead horse, but seemed to hit the nail right on the head. He said he understood that the early bird gets the worm, and to the victor the spoils. However, lately bringin' home the bacon in the final analysis seemed a wolf in sheep's clothing. His bosses, the powers that be, said that in no uncertain terms was Martin not to mind his p's and q's. They could proceed by taking it by ear. Then they spoke of Martin's possible facing of the music and a fate worse than death. But he had remained cool as a cucumber and asked if he 'could just get out.' He would keep a low profile. In other words, he didn't want to be in the same boat or between the devil and the deep blue sea.Well, this was easier said than done. The bosses had skeletons in the closet and had to separate the sheep from the goats. They said there was no turnin' over any new leaves and that dear old Martin would bite the bullet and get dead as a door nail. However, Martin was as strong as an ox and as stubborn as a mule. It fell on deaf ears. So it be said, he made no bones about taking a rain check, and as quick as lightning made his way to unchartered seas. Just, that's the way it had to be.
As luck would have it, on the lam he was on the ball. By leaps and bounds he had kept the wool over their eyes. Martin was on the beach and next to his girlfriend, who was fresh as a daisy and free as a bird. As she grabbed her margarita she said, "Martin, you're so true blue." A match made in heaven. So this makes ends meet, and a long story short.
As luck would have it, on the lam he was on the ball. By leaps and bounds he had kept the wool over their eyes. Martin was on the beach and next to his girlfriend, who was fresh as a daisy and free as a bird. As she grabbed her margarita she said, "Martin, you're so true blue." A match made in heaven. So this makes ends meet, and a long story short.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Jumping Buildings
The days of jumping buildings
And colliding and falling into crevasses...
And colliding and falling into crevasses...
Know now this was coming to a close
No more arbitrary swims or swan-dives
Away with capes, and back again to regular clothes
White-powder lies and sullen half-lives
Red-lights and parking meters
Out of touch the place had new leaders
Really, they did the best they could
Back again, be sometime they would
No more arbitrary swims or swan-dives
Away with capes, and back again to regular clothes
White-powder lies and sullen half-lives
Red-lights and parking meters
Out of touch the place had new leaders
Really, they did the best they could
Back again, be sometime they would
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Idaho
In Idaho
It's fairly simple
There are mountains
Near sky horizons
My dear wife and I
Have a potato farm nearby,
A plow and other tools
Today it rained
We stayed inside
Warm under downy cover
And played some Checkers
Then had dinner
This can be work though
Love and Potato
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