O Honey Child,
I ain't no astronaut,
but I sure do
love, crave
that citrus-flavored Tang!

Hey Baby,
do you want to get naughty,
play around a bit
with my big monkey?

Go ahead Sweetie,
shake my hairy
Orangutan!

And Darling,
don't you be scared.
He won't bite
& I won't fight it.

Please believe me Sugar,
you're so uhhhhh,
so beguiling,
I promise,
just kiss me,
I'll be all smiles!!!

He was hideous,
ugly as hell,
& a little bit slow!

But can you blame him?

Once bitten,
he couldn't help himself,
he was smitten!

And it cost him his life!

Think how he felt,
chased relentlessly
on the ocean blue,
in high tides
& in low ones.

Powerful,
majestic,
he was a fighter,
not having much fun.

His blow hole
finally blew blood,
harpooned for his
blubber,
a little oil,
and a gold coin
nailed
to the mainmast.

Swim Moby swim,
may you carry on forever.....
blowing like the wind,
over the endless waters
& into the glorious sun!

David Crosby and Graham Nash,
"To The Last Whale: Critical Mass/Wind on The Water"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoek1e8t2K4

O sweet mama,
I’ve drank enough whiskey
to stop an advancing army,
smoked enough ****
to seed the entire universe
with happier thoughts,
trying to **** my blues.

O little sister,
if you only knew of
the sunspots on my heart,
the ones blackened by my aches,
you’d be drinking and smoking too.

O dear lady, I cannot be happy
hurting anyone,
anymore!

A million times
I’ve tried to make it right,
to silence the screaming
of the lambs.

Yet living in a dream,
and with each stroke
I lose a bit more of me,
soothing a fix,
I cannot stop.

The alarm sounded
Snooze-button pressed one more time
Is it still Monday?

Rendered for dead
and lying flat-lined,
I read the words
you wrote.

Penned so sweetly,
they spilled
straight from your
tender bleeding-heart,
and made me blip.

Happiness is
a cool breeze blowing
in an open window,
a burning stick of nag champa,
the strumming sitar playing backdrop,
an unrolled sticky-mat
& me flopped over
in downward
facing-dog.

That's what happiness is,
pure and simple.

A  major ruckus is
taking place outside.
I hear a hawk squawking,
it's piercing the morning light.
Blue Jays are circling around screaming,
the squirrels are chirping like crazy
& the neighbor's dog is
barking up a storm!

O glory be,
good gracious,
I can see the reason
for all the commotion!

It's really no big deal....
just a tomcat,
crossing the empty-field,
incognito!

May not be golden
Quiet companion whispers
Plays its cruel cold hand