fingers splay as if for breath
poke the other palm to
knock forth meaning
clench on fine voltage of a line
or spread wide on vexing question
then close expressively on the answer
as if locking in some cryptic metaphor
to weigh the FEEL of things

Whistling away on a morning in May
He lets the kids feed his parrot, Rainbow
Who perched on his shoulder, calls "Yo! Good-Day!"
Drawing a crowd of coin droppers to the quaint show.

Depression? Rainbow helps him attack it.
And ole Bing , great whistler, to inspire him.
From what sad depths pour this sweet sweet racket?
As lips pursed in rhythm drown voices grim!

Melodrama is when you are allowed to laugh at tragedy.

I believe all animals have a human component to themselves. Hence they can be rightly called human animals or human beings. Let us urge science to look further into this hidden phenomenon.

The world is their toy...
And they haven't been brainwashed...

Next time you see one, get in strut!

three curious women stare at  themselves in a rain puddle mirror
i'm beauty--the first one says
you ugly!--the second one says
suddenly the sky tears loose with a bombardment of sharp hail smashing the womens reflections to smithereens
i swear Jerry hit me harder ALL DAY LONG!--the third woman says

She told me she was a ******.
I believed she was a ******.
But there was no way to tell.
She lived seven thousand miles away, this exotic belle.
We exchanged hundreds of letters.
We exchanged hundreds of photos.
Too late I found it all a lie.
She was married to some other guy.
She had played the card of ***** to my Simple Simon.
Got a free college education and
all of my money with her many a "I love you Robert, honey."
While I sat at home with an eager smile
sure I was gonna pop her cherry one day
in true love's most impassioned style.