Up pops the blue hat out of his hole
Bop goes the bopper on in the game called
Whack a mole.

Its a teasing game. And a game of chance
If you stand out from
The group and pack.
Chances are you are gonna get whacked.

But that is the price that one must pay
If you plan to succeeed and go on your way.

Standing pat or sitting still can work at times
And keep one safe.
Standing your ground is sound stratigy.
But what works fory ou may not work for me.

Means...looking
Means....hearing
Means....smelling
Means...touch
­
All of these things and a few more as well.
Can paint a great picture in story to tell.

The deatails are the fine brush and the
Story the big brush.

The canvas is your imagination
The paint is your mixture of senses and
Style.

Before you write just sit back for awhile.
Envision the journey and the srory comes out
From your mind to your pen to paper and then.

Poetry is is a picture.
That you share with your friends.

A bit of the potion.
A drop of the brew.
Mickey Finn to me my friend
A lullaby to you.

The stone from the County Blarney
unlocks persuasives charms
If you kiss it in a certain way
The charm imparts to you.

Still today
Danang. Saigon.Tet.
Mi Lai. ** Chi min trail.
All and more on reverb
The unwinable in black body bags.
Dam.

Just like Cronkite's musdtache goimg on and on
Drafted into the  wood chipper
The buzz saw. for what.
Then the embassy buggie.
Choppers listing into the sea.

Half baked. Blood on ground.
For what.

Visit Vietnam. A travelers paradise. Half price
now with great accomodations.
Cambodia too.for the price of one.
Kamir Red.
How many dead?
For what.

Double edged sword is a pania machette
In Belizean lingo.

Conquistadors blade. Slicing on the
Downstroke. Slashing on the up.
Forked tongue.simile

Can't turn the other cheek.
Nor close the gap.

Quisling?,
Smiling mouth
Eyes of death.

Ben Arnold wasn't a bad guy just
Bad information.
Pania machette in hand, flicking blood of the end.

Reaching out with the free hand
Smiling sweet treachery.
****** and rip.

My revelation is clear now.
I got rythym. Now.
See.
                                            Seven days to an orbit.
                                            Or mere cochance.
                                            Seems like a weekend thing too.
****
                                           Inspiration seems to kick off her
                                           Frilly lace and slides quietly under satin.
                                          Heat check. Why?
Perception is reality no?
Saturation and release ?
Skull duggery.
Mind miner.


Alchemist at work.
Iron pirate. ?

At any rate it feels like 7 is my lucky #.
Ahh. Sleep dep.?
Mayhap.

This thing has no rhyme or reason
Just random thumb typing to connect the dots.
Realy freestyling. A goof.

At the end,will there be reaason?
Chicken or egg.
Omlett or leg.

Spare parts laying on the floor
Stitched together for effect.
An abstraction in action.
A work in progress

To be continued.....

Yes peaches.I did find you to be alluring.and
Yes. Is peaches your real name?

Yes peaches. I want to shake your tree. Sorry I ******* resist
Has anyone.?

Yes peaches are my favorite fruit. So what could be finer.
Peaches. I swear. I would run through a den of lions in a meat suit
To own your heart and all parts unknown.

No peaches.
If you give your heart to me I will keep it safe in a mason jar.


Your eyes in a bottle of formaldahyde.
Your lips in a jewelry case.

Yours truely.
Dr. H. Von Frankenstein.

P.S. do you like moolight walks and
Sleeping in late ?

We sit in the middle of the the universe. Truely. ?

The earth is flat .the horizon.
Falls away to oblivion TRUELY.  ?

If man was meant to fly he.would sprout wings.
REALLY?

My god is the real god.
TRUELY. ?

Freedom is. For free

Really ?.                                                The meek shall inherit the earth.
                  
    


                                      Still reading the ticker tape on that.
                                                             One.

Absolute power corrupts. Absolutly
Absolutly !!!!! .

Will a bear **** in the woods?
Probably !.                                                     Is this poem going anywhere?
                                                                      Nahh.
Just a goof.

Random randomness that means nothing at all
Neurons sniping and watching things fall at random locations.
Connecting dots picking forget me nots and making a pile.
:-)

The sponge holds all it can then begins to ooze.
                           OR. The glass brims over full.

I think for me it has to be.
Some such.
The ooze mayhap.                              Emotional. Cleansing.
                                                      ­     Spiritual centrifugality.
                                                 ­          Sweet spinning
                                                        ­   Balance of body and soul.
Rote release.
Relaxed expression by way of
Familiar repition.





                                                           Out of body.

                                                          ­ 8 punch combination

                                                    ­       With no hitch..

A groove.

Like.music.

Like dancing.

Like making love with passion

Like breathing............ almost

Unless your a lefty then it crawls along the skyline.
Smudgless and contorted.

Unless the culture teaches right to left.
                      Otherwise.
                      Ride the skyline
                      Wrist like a cervical spasm?
                      A long necked goose preening his
                      Breast feathers.
Methinks a right handed world stinks to a lefty.
A much discouraged practice in the church when
                       I was just a lad
                       In league with the devil
Satans scribe.
Jesus Christ. I lapsed at 22.

I love god.
Just not the one I knew.
Do onto others as you would have them do unto you.

Case closed. Period. Full stop..

I lived in island culture. But was coastal
The hunidity rose and the sun shone on cloudburst.

Ah those were days for swimming in the rain
White sand and blue water warm to the touch.
Man.

A gaggle of kids. Ready steady go.
Full tilt to the ocean likity split.
A two hundred yard sprint
Naked as J-birds .never seen one
Naked or clothed.

We.sprint to.the seaside.in warm driving rain.
                          Then splash and swim out
                                    And back.
And do it again
And again
In the rain
  Till the jet took
  Out to old. LAX.

substance of the senses.
If you could not see would the cherry in the cherry red paint job matter.

If one could not hear would the pavlavian clink of the winglass matter.

If one could not smell would the aroma success register the same.

If ones tongue were rendered tasteless would it matter what spices

If skin had no receptors would her/his. Tactile journey resonate.

All said and done.

Beat backthe back beat.
Drop right in.

Ska reggae. Blues . Groove metal. Old ragtime.

Trip but don't fall.

Stride piano. Jump.

At the savoy.

Tight rythmic confusion.live the illusion.

I walked past the Dunbar in days past.
The doors were shuttered.. I heard fats' ivory twinkle.
On central ave.

Synche up.
Or don't
Just drop in
Where you fit in.

In front.
In back.

Up high or to the side.
Groove. Baby.
Groove.

Miles and miles in high relief
                They stood along the apian way
                                  Western sun burned eyes to darkness.
                                                       ­  Parched and lashed to cedar.
                                                          ­              Chilled in the evening frost..

The mighty had spoken.
Yes. To be broken by the flay.and lash
Along the apian way.
A dying example for all to see.
Hail Cesar.mighty ceasar.

                                  The world is Rome.
                                  Rome is the world.
                                  Where is Rome today ?

N is for the way are never mean
A is for you always care.
T is truely trusting
U is overstanding
R is really special
E is you're esseential
/
N is no devices
U is what really nice is
R is rising early
T is timing
U is understated
R is really cool
E is elegant



.

A boy sat on a grassy bluff outside a village.
Long ago. Far away.
He sat. Staring down a winding trail.

That boy would watch the trail in misty morning dew.
Often he would and for years it was a rituai.

The women of the village
Walked that trail down to the river. Down to the rocks.
With baskets perched atop their heads and arms hung by
Their sides.

Down the trail to river rock. And churning emerald
Pool.the river was the cleanser and the rock a pounding tool.

A long procession of balance and grace. a practice old as time.
Then back the trip of swaying hips and poise. In young or old.
The rock. The grace. The. Quiet noise. A pageant.

That boy was me
That river rock still calls the women
Slow procession. Natural and endless charm.
The rock. The trail the emerald tide.

The womens hips. The undulate .
The basket never falls.
The river calls.

Just because you look at me the way in which you do
Is just the.  Fire I require just to see the hard things through.

Just because I look away sometimes when you are near is just the
Little boy in me just loving you my dear.

Just a moment if you please to still my weak and shaky knees
When you hold me close in your caress .my ear pressed gently to your breast. As our breathing slows and senses clear.

Just say that you will always love me.
Need me, trust me hold. me.

In your heart.
In your dreams .
In your world. For
Just forever.
That is all.

Can you feel it when you synch up.

The words just come easy and things just make sense

Flow. Yeah it could be flow. Write this stuff for awhile and you may might just know.

Glide. Yeah a word coaster ride. Man just. Go up slow. And the whoop di doo comes rushing up at you almost like a high.

Stride. Sometimes I can do a forty or a 400 sprint. Then I just drop in to the runners high. Can't stop won't. Stop. Won't even try.

Mojo. Maybe.
Duende.
Spiritual.

Gotta pull back and stop now. Or it's going to be shuffle and glide
Till I drop now.

Man is it me or am I really flying.
You the reader look up and see if you see me.
Passing slow overhead turning and burning.
Out of body.

Sounds techy.
Lock down.

Lock up.
Confined.
Calaboso.

Three hots and a cot..23 in
1 out.
Hilton or Ritz.

Just thinking bout
Going there straight gives me
The *****.

Never been there.
Got no plans to go.
This four square life.
Is good practice though.

Granny.took a switch to me.

But I insisted on raiding the big mango tree.

The big rainbow  ones hung kinda low.

The sweet yelllow ones were close to the limb.
They would sometimes come down In a huge carribean gust.
And splatter.

The young unripe green ones. Were my favorite. Treat.
With crushed habaneros mixed in with some salt.



Or mango. Sweet mango ice cream.
Oh. Yeah let me dream.

Its really you
No other she said.
In the flesh.
                                   Just the way I pictured you in the frame.
                                   Just perfect. Not a hair out of place

                                   You are like fine wine.
                                   Never bitter,a sweet bouquet
                                   To savour greatly on another day

A value past knowing
Diamonds and gold .you are.special
Very special to me.

Some squawking and stacatto squeeling a retched
Cry and there you are.
Small bundle covered in a heated bassinette.
The race is on.

One more sent down from central casting.
Two eyes one nose. Two ears two hands and feet. If all is a go.
Make your. Mark son.

Girl interrupted.
Blue as a berry. 6 weeks early.
Premature delivery
Could not be more girly.

My son. My daughter

Two more limbs on the tree.

Up the beanstalk you will climb



To see what you can see.

Suspended at the beginning of the end. At the end of the beginnning.
Neither rising nor falling.the wolf trots across twinkling white powder.
Frosty breath like a steam driven piston. She is neither hungry nor on patrol.

In her element. Little Red beware.

A calm.before the storm..listen to the blood swish in your veins.
Bass drum pounding behind your ears.
Systole/dyastole.
Tic/Toc

A sigh of relief the dipstick was.negative
Tic/toc
Slack tide.

Anticpation & dissipation
Slack tide

The moon pulls and releases. Clutch moment the oceans
Fall and rise. In the mean time. The between time.
We live in slack tide.

It taunts me. To rip tendon from limb.
High climbing inspired without and within.

My feet are dug in as I press to the wall. Exhale and
Cling tighter or else I will fall.

Purchase.my right index finger must reach out now and grasp
The next handhold swiftly or the moment will pass.

To hesitate now is a plummeting fall.so
Seize the moment.

Now....Now....Now...........................

It did not tell me tales of woe.

It had just an arrow's flight to go

But he fell short.

Does anybody know?

A construct of mine.
What that eye contact causes.
Arcing across senses without any pausage.
                                                                    Wicked I say.
                                                                    Baby wants to play.
Money can't by it
Needs no rehearsal.
Once you lock in there is no reversal.
                                                                    I'm into the gritty now
                                                                    Babes way past pretty now.
The heat is on.
She is speaking my lingo.
Bingo.
                                                                    To be or not to be
                                                                    That is the question.
An infinity wasted..
Come hither post haste
But slow your roll. This is butter
                                                                     Did I hear my soul stutter?
                                                                     Joltage can make your heart
                                                                     Flutter.
I want you now.
Jitters.
Here we go.
                                       You know what I mean.
                                      When nothing but nothing.
                                      That Jolt is off the hook.

Of the chain.
I walk.over.
A live wire.  
                                     A humming sound.
                                     Eyes push past 20/20

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