gaga and gall are walking down the street
gaga sees some bling, gall goes in and steals
they end up in the slammer and gansta's
there to greet
gall punches gangsta and naturally gore appeals
gaga wakes from the dream, guts tries to console
he offers her an option and they both get outa' da hole

now gall, gangsta and gore while in solitary
meet with goner and good ol' grouch
glory hallelujah comes up with the key
all escaping sideways from sleeping gangeree
they keep running into gutter, introduced to giddy
all on this gollywoggle jolly hallow night
all whipped up and painted by yours truly
gimmicky.
(halloween 2016)

Carve me like a pumpkin
With a cap upon my head
Scoop out my brains to mix with yeast
And knead them into bread

Cut out my eyes so I can’t see
The evil everywhere
Use them to play pool with
Doesn't matter, I don’t care

Snip off my hair to knot and braid
A rope that I can use
To tie around my woeful neck
And end it none too soon

And with what’s left
Chop, blend and mix a tonic that'll grow
A crop of red tomatoes in
The Summer you might sow

Written by Sara Fielder © Jan 2012

Blueberry skies and broccoli trees,
whipped cream clouds and
stripe-ed-dee bees,
Summer is here and it
tickles me pleased with it's
hazy, white daisy delights!

Kites on hot breezes,
and asphalt mirages,
the buzzing cicadas,
the sales in garages,
Summer is here and it's
time to switch gears into
slow glowing going sunlight!

Vanilla bean cream from
the ice ****** truck,
the hot garden hose,
and mosquito smoke punks,
The furnace fast blast
makes me revel in past of
these days so some summery,
hop, skip and jumpitty,
sun-flowered, lillied,
and oh I'm so giddy for
Summer, green Summer is here!

Written by Sara Fielder © July 2012

Gary was a nudibranch
The apple of my eye
I bought him at the Reef Shop
For nineteen ninety five

I loved my little flatworm
He was slimy, he was blue
He'd speak to me of dreams he had
And where they'd lead him to

I told him not to worry
Or think about those things
I'd bought another nudibranch
That waited in the wings

But Gary wasn't interested
He'd better things to do
Than making baby nudibranchs
With thirty gallon views

He held me in his confidence
One dark and stormy night
When the filament of halogen
Burned out on his tank light

He'd never pleased his father
Causing him something to prove
So he'd gone and got his license
Beauty operator school!

And even though the customers
Came pouring in his shop
He felt he wasn't good enough
To ever measure up

And soon I saw my Gary
Turning angry and depressed
He started drinking gin, sleeping around,
He was a mess!

I felt really, really sorry
I felt really, really sad
It seemed like there was nothing
I could do or that I had

To make him feel much better
He was like a worn out shoe
When one day he took his life
Upon the intake filter tube


Written by Sara Fielder © Feb 2012