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am i ee Sep 2015

prognostication
trognostication
snogmosstignation
flogtrostication

i don’t know what
prognostication means
so i thought i’d
take a little time
and make a rhyme.

seeking out Mr. Dictionary...i do now.

am i ee Sep 2015

Mo Big Fat Yellow Bootay

Hey!
you!
yeah you!
you big fat bus!
with your big fat yellow bootay!

i'm just trying to get to the park,
when out of the dark,
of the trees,
there you be.

Four
FOUR
FOUR stops in four steps
no more
i swear.

sitting in my car
the minutes of my life
little grains of sand
sifting away.

little feet
and little legs
can you possibly
move any slower
across that street?

heavy with packs.
when did kids start
carryin' full backpacks
for a day a school?

where is that school?
top of Mt Everest?

Hurry up!

GET ON that bus!
get on that big fat bus!
with the big fat yellow bootay!

mama and papa
and gramps and grandma and all
kiss and hug you
like you are really setting off to sea.

gimme a break they'll be back at three!

i say,
now go on,
go on now,
GET ON that bus,
that big fat bus
with the big fat yellow bootay!

and *** your big fat yellow bootay
OUTTA MY WAY!

i say,
hey,
go on now,
get outta my way.

fat bootay
outta my way...
hey hey hey
get outta my way
you big bootay.
you big fat bus
with your big fat yellow bootay.

special request - fast poem for Joseph Red Hawk! what do you say?

if you have a hankerin' to read from the beginning... see the Collections, The Manly Cowboy & Chronicles of a Big Fat Yellow Bootay

am i ee Sep 2015

Tales of the Manly Cowboy - walkin' on a path through modern suburbia

The manly cowboy put back his hat,
closed the door,
and so manly,
walked away.

Down the path he trod,
avoiding all the rolling rod.

Upon he came
to three little young lasses,

crouching over
looking silently intent,
little sticks in their hands.

There lay a little
grey mole*
dead to the world.

Stiff as tree
eyes no longer to see.

“Good day ladies”
said he,
the manly cowboy,
tipping his hat
so very gentlemanly.

“what’s that i see you a pokin’?”

‘Only a dead mouse.”
said the three.

“Why don’t you move
the little guy,
over a little there,
over a little that way.

"slowly with your sticks.
gentle as tongs.

"cover him sweetly
with a blanket
of wild flowers.

"and leave him
lying there so lovingly."

i give you this advice
be nice to the mice,

instead of poking death
death in the head
so innocently
but
so disrespectfully.”

Then tipping his hat,
he was gone.

*or vole?

if you have a hankerin' to read from the beginning... see the Collections, The Manly Cowboy & Chronicles of a Big Fat Yellow Bootay

am i ee Sep 2015

Ant Farm & others

i'd rather live one day free,
than a lifetime,
behind glass,
a lifetime,
behind bar.

caged and pacing,
while the world stares on.
freedom taken.
wild nature's wings
grounded.

roaming and racing,
the wind in my face,
the wind at my back.
covering ground,
high and low,
near and far,
wide open spaces.

tiny or large,
majestic warm-blooded creature,
or insect so small,
all,
free at large.

i rather live one day free,
than a lifetime,
behind glass,
a lifetime,
behind bar.

am i ee Sep 2015

Arrival Departure

Arriving in this world,
naked and alone.

Departing the world,
naked and alone.

and all the time
in between,
naked
alone
and quietly free.

am i ee Sep 2015

Night's Cool Air

Cool night air wafts in
through open door.
Delicately caressing skin.
Filling lungs with
peace so fresh,
ears with such
silence deep.

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am i ee Sep 2015

little ant playing dead

little black dot lying on the counter,
playing dead.

you can’t fool me,
i saw you moving around.

i’m still feeling guilty for
killing your family,
and all your good fine friends.

did you happen to see
the one i took outside?
the one i set free?

averting my eye,
i’ll leave you alone little guy,
wander away.

now you stay out of the kitchen.
so i can stop *******’.

see 'modern suburban morning' for first ants demise, which prompted this piece.