They hit the beach
From the other way
So their ghosts
Could get compared
To that
They met in the fray

Went to see that new Wes Anderson number last night
Entitled The Phoenician Scheme
An excellent effort all round
Scene
By scene
By scene
I've always admired his movies
But this seemed a cut above
In pacing
Framing
And intensity
A true labour of love
But there seemed
Something extra
A deeper meaning
For me to take
The gods of cinema talking to me
Or perhaps
***** rice crispie cake.

King Kong
Went wrong
When they brought a blonde along
He only wanted to be loved
It could only end one way.

born in the artic snow
she chromed
her heart
in steel

flames could
not
touch that heart

always a half a step ahead
sure
a few stumbles
but never a fall

and moonlight is just
a heartache in disquise

till one day
leaning out a car window
a scar upon his cheek
and the luck of the draw

was the jack of hearts

and the queen of diamonds
had
never met
anyone
quite like

the jack

of hearts,

black-haired blue-eyed
her beauty inspired
stupid men
to commit foolish acts

and as he smiled
the queen of diamonds
thought she had

the jack of hearts,

blue sky shimmering
in her eyes

jack became
the brightness
of her day

and the jack of hearts
saw a flame
flickering in her eyes
that he had never seen
in any women's eyes
before ...
                
               act. 2

... a strange destiny
was unraveling
and one long poker hand
was over
and the snowflakes came
down like ashes
under the street light

and then
the jack of hearts
walked away

a pale spirit fleeing
a graveyard
into the wall of night

and the queen of diamonds
cried

the sea into sky

with eyes
like twilight
waiting

to eat away the day

one birds chirrup
can pierce the sky

the skylarks song
for its lovers heart..

Whoever you are
Wherever you're from
Pretty, ugly
Smart, dumb

Stand yourself up
Get out of that chair
Hold your head high
Put your hands in the air

Jump up and down
Dance all about
Bounce off the walls
And stick your tounge out

Twirl and leap
And spin and groove
It doesn't really matter
Just get up and move!

People will try
To tell you stop
Don't listen to them
Continue to bop!

Doesn't that feel good?
Doesn't it feel right?
To jam and sway
And feel feather-light

It wakes me up now

I spilled it on my t-shirt

Tea spills from mouths too

With longing comes pain

And pain brings along sorrow

I love you Summers

She left me like
Brutus left Caesar
like a shark attack.
My back was bent and
bleeding, and I was well
versed in delirium.

She had the electricity
shut off the day after
she abandoned me, and I drank
myself into a new oblivion.
There were kittens in
the wall--shadows tall and hot,
and I was well-versed
in delirium.

I stole Four Locos' from
the convenience store, but
not enough to keep
the goblins at bay.
They chased me through
my nightmare--molested
me at dawn.
The elixir exorcised the monsters.
But I often misplaced it,
in the dryer or fireplace.
The meat began to rot in
the freezer, and I was
well-versed in delirium.

My moonflowered brain thought
the cat tree was
a person.
I paced the floor and
talked to it; asked questions,
sought solace.
Degradation of the
mind reached critical mass.
And I landed in the
psych ward again.
The bats brought seizures,
and cheesecake, and yogurt
berry parfaits that were
to die for.
I was well-versed in
delirium