annihilations
annihilations
annihilations

Paris, Paris, Paris, GIANT SURVIVOR!!!!

a pleasant anticipation they give to your chafing taste buds
for that taste once sampled is forever craved

their shapes beckon visually to
keen designer minds

and their ancient blessings go back to 2000 B.C.
much later, their nutrients American Indians praised

they give veggie hugs to those most in need
of a psychological boost or a tooth's soft sink

when you sit down to dinner and before you gleams their pale green
a smile might open your mouth for the tasty taste of a ....  ....

commenting on existence: "I'm not overjoyed.
I'd have to be a guru for that."

"After all is said and done, the Internet is nothing more than a child's picture book."

Sprightly songs I hum to keep me sane
These lonely afternoons as I
Loll in broken shoes, ripped pants
Once bespoke by Cardin
O much changed am I!
But my sad smiles
Artists love,
Nymphets
Kiss

Cleaning ladies in California never swear , they just say Hoover Dam!

One time I dreamed Aphrodite rose from the sea...
All naked and glistening was she...
"Why all the clothes?" she asked of me. "This earth and sea are made for the free."
So I shed my shirt and trunks and into the waters blue I sunk...
Then felt an arm embrace my waist as she led me o'er the dunes in haste...
Toward an island of leafy trees and greenery where naked men and women frolicked through the scenery...
A land without cries of war...
Just a lovely waterfall's roar...
Quickly she took both my hands and we danced to nature's gentle band...
The merry breezes whistled and birds were brightly singing...
Yes, one time I dreamed Aphrodite rose from the sea and showed me in naked splendor how to be free!

And pretty
**** too.
Those soft
folds
those fancy
rocks
bejeweling her--
Who painted
this desert peace,
this smile
of a ******

hiding her
moisture within?

Her black body in motion
Chromatic vistas giving artistic delights
Hands with palms glowing soft moonlight
Feet with soles glowing same soft light
Black body in motion
Beautifully twirling
And so forthright!

passionately red
held by its mother the twig
its father the tree

She loves to shake her humongus caboose
while she chews with one side of her face
on a plump *** of tobacco...

and spits the juice
at any kindly folk who
dare walk up to this wacko.

Some women serve up their ******* in coyness
under blouse, purposely delineated.
Others serve them up in boldness
rolling them out and hoisted to
their lips or ours for pleasure.
Still others serve them on the half-shell--
a teasing delicacy, but are they FAKE OR NATURAL?
Alas! Sometimes it's a ****** tough job to tell!

sleeplessness
jigs
kisses

A NEW WALTZ FROM AUSTRIA

seriousness
joyfulness
loveliness

skyscrapers
multitudes
midgets

LOST IN NEW YORK

foliage
windows
barking

TRESPASSES

rivers
papoose
crossbows

How not to be an aesthete:  Don't care if your sliced bread has holes in it or not.

destiny
maps
dreamers

sweat
hope
hands

Chemical spill
Into Animas river
Involuntary terrorism
Affecting millions

Amur leopards
Blue-green eyes, soft sleek spotted fur
Amur leopards
victims of man's greed intrepid
to show off coats for him and her.
Stop the hunting, help save for sure
Amur leopards

harsh  wind
barbers rows of sunflowers:
yellow carpet laid

Try to remember when last you pulled on a wishbone.
Might not be easy.

"I got epilepsy."

"Good. Good."

--July 10, 2015
Waller County, Texas

A racist highway patrol trooper by name of Brian
loves to see how all these black folks are dyin'
Is much maligned for his own terrible ruse
that recently put a black woman in her noose

Paved roads are black coffins sealing the American Indian oneness with nature.

Quaalude Bill I'm called
'cause to many hot ladies
I slipped a pill or two
then each lady
I shamelessly balled

I loved every one of them
in my own way
but deeply regret how
I went off the track
with my mad zest
for ***** crack

Oh, they did flash  me a bit
egged me on
but that's no excuse
for my despicable ruse

I don't ask the ladies' forgiveness
What's done is done
I rub my tired eyes and try to calm
my uncalm  heart, ask
might we not walk a little again
under the ancient blessings of the healing sun?

un huh un huh
yes sir yes sir yes sir
oh yes sir
oh I'll do that
yes sir
walk across the Atlantic Ocean
in my shoes??
now sir that's asking
a little bit too much sir, yeh
hmm

I'll give it a try...

when they have become
all but non-existent
flaky leather fastly flaking
into ungraspable dust

one day you might
notice on a path or
piece of land how an
errant playful wind
is whirling some dust
round and round
now imagine a jovial tune
hands clapping in accompaniment
as your feet cut a step to
the whirling whirling whirling
of the lonely dust dancing

O dancing dust!
O dancing shoes
In whirling dust incarnate!

such fast moving clouds
as if fleeing my craven
need to poke a stop

buttered noodles O stay hot you quickly cooling wrigglies!
and you, naked geisha
sing me to sleep-
but disobey your decorous caresses

There is probably
nothing more lachrymose-inducing
than holding hands in a movie theatre.

Professor Borden ("wacky") said
he hit a note he never heard before
and was having trouble blending in the
surrounding sounds...
"It's weird," he said.

"Like 'Blake's Apocalypse' ?", I ventured,
showing him the title of a paperback
I just happened to be holding in my hand.

He gave a cornered guffaw, then quickly turned tail
back to teaching his songwriting class.
70-years-old and hurt like a boy by a girl.
But I wasn't being wholly sarcastic.

Just trying to be a little helpful, I think,
dangling there in the cobweb of our mutual failures.
.

the butler
brought in
the tray of libations
and it seemed
her ******* were
thinking me as
I thanked him
and wondered if
I must choose
between his
unfamiliar hug
            or
her gaudy ****
so I moseyed
over to a
corner and
tried to
explicate the
dinner gong
tolling across
the mansion's
badlands like
strident
smacks
ringing
out of a
*******'s dungeon--
I could almost
hear the ****
Piper getting
paid or asking
to be--
Well, I guess,
after all,
she was holding
my tray,
wasn't he?

O Mother! Lead me home to PLACE PLACENTA
where all was safe and soundless
where I was tucked in snug
behind your hairy garden...

The crazy weatherman
was sure he'd soon be
a billionaire with all that
climate change
jingling in his pockets.

The exhausted diva
brought in her
last aria on
a hoarseful carriage

a zillion people on one bicycle
is not cutting corners

A very old dictionary
is like a very wise and grizzled
Daddy rendered eternal.

The gentle Indian man disliked flyswatters
He would let an imprisoned fly find an outside exit
Helping it escape on his mantra which
seemed almost holy,  "Dear Fly , Fly!"

Sometimes a disturbance
feeling like a runaway chariot
rumbles round and round
and down and down
and up and up
through the deep valleys of his belly...
causing him to expel
a  half-digested sugary pastry
and a couple garlicky olives...

while failure soon attends  
the muffling of explosive
rearward cries ...
often in distinguished company

Agony is knowing
you can't fold glass napkins

She holds up the broken Trojan...

hapless fate or secret dream?

Another name for the police
                       IS
City Scarecrows

Miss Hope loves to stand on her head
Even though it flushes her face so red
A dog lover who couldn't be merrier
She lives only for her toy terrier
And on her head greets this tiny purebred

The rim of the earth glows crimson in the
gathering dusk as
an unseasonably warm breeze churns the air
Soon all the earth's places will be in
dark ruling covenant
Like us, my dear love,
our blood aflame,
our lips and hands extinguishing each bright spot
of burning desire

December 22, 1992

a
forest's
stillness

so
still
you
hear
your
own
ears

and
wish
o­pera

everything has a face, alas!
except a cloudless blue sky
that formless nothingness
that absence
that silence that fills my heart
with such hurtful joy!!

Obama struttin' with
some barbecue?

Ain't nobody's business
if he do!