Lippy Dippy the hippie,
Always so much to say.
Protesting, picketing
Never quite gets his way.
So much about us
The world and how it runs.
Someone to carry a sign?
Lippy Dippy is the one.

He started out with war
Calling out President LBJ.
The issues kept happening
Up to and including today.
Lippy and his hippie cohorts
Protested for human rights
Whether it be about gays
Or brown, black or white.

Get him and friends arrested?
That just may have to be
As long as law and lawyers
Practice their legal infamy.
He reminds of Dred Scott
And how the law of the land
Immorally took the freedom
And dignity of that poor man.

Too little water here
Too much water over there?
Veterans getting gypped?
See if anybody ever cares.
Lippy Dippy and friends
Will gladly show up at your place
And show you what you are;
Bad example of the human race.

Oh, they made fun of him
They called him many names
Including Dippy, so unkind
But it gave him a kind of fame.
It would be nice if maybe someday
There were no need for him.
Unless things change someway
The hope of that is very dim.

So, he and others like him
Which will, of course, include me
With stand up and protest
As long as we citizens are free
To gather publically and say
This sort of situation is wrong,
Then Lippy Dippy and the rest
Will come sing our protest songs.

Black cabs and ab-dabs.
Dashing through London streets,
High heels and crippled feet.
Back street bars,
wealthy sheiks,
ever running,
Hide and seek.
Black panther's in lippy,
Colourful hippies.
Turbans and tunics,
Kiddies in cotton, with mud on their bottoms.
Big Whigs and stiff prigs.
Market stalls and rubber *****.
Undergrounds and all around.
City beats, it's hopping on.
On and off off of buses and train.
London love life, kicking pain.
Picks up his drink and thinks like a fish.
A couple more beers, three seconds of fun.
Slipped into his glass.
Glass one, two three,
Freedom four.
Needs more.
(c) LIVVI

Don't get chippy lippy,
where's the ****** spinach Jeff!,

I didn't think you was a two-bit cook,
I thought you were a chef!,
so wheres the ****** spinach Jeff!,

Where's the bleeding turbot, Herbert?,
and where's the feeking risotto,
if I don't get some ****** food soon,
I'll drink a bottle of wine and get blot-toad

Where's the ****** crab, Brad?,
blimey! does it smell high to you!?,
You'll ****** **** someone,
and bleeding get me sued!

By Christos Andreas Kourtis and Larna Kira Kourtis

Some days when I wake up
All I wanna do is bust this rut
Not with any ***, girl with flow
With *******, luscious lips,
And a round ****
A girl with brains is what I want
The kind of girl with a mind to flaunt
Her eyes so round, so pretty
Getting to the point when I'm lippy
Maybe a birdy, one who's a little too
Nerdy, still keeps me on my toes tippy tippy
Till my tip starts slipping
In the bedroom getting freaky

Oopy Doopy, Super Sloopy.
Loopy snoopy, pants apoopy.
Lippy hippy, slippy dippy.
Nasty-nicey, normally snippy.

Loosey goosey, chocolate moussey.
Usually *** goofy as Gary Busey.
Hinky-stinky presidential *****.
Winky-blinky, dangerously stinko.

Hippity hoppy, flippy-floppy
Get a mop, it never stops.
Laughy gaffe-y, riffy-raffy
Face as gross as rotten taffy.

Whammy-bammy, scary scammy
Mammy-jamming Uncle Sammy.
Lumpy-dumpy, far from humpy
******* up future jumpy bumpy.

Glossy boss, a frightful loss
Ungathered moss at twice the cost.
Serious gap while the country naps
****** sap giving us a slap.

Frightening nooses tightening,
Rights denied like summer lightning.
Ignoring Popes and Snopes
Hopeless dopes put us on the ropes.

Immune to our cries, elected guys
Make horrifying decisions most unwise.
Like black magic before all our eyes
We’re leaderless as freedom dies.

a medley of mange
this group of misfits
laughing dancing
and grazing the strange

unconventional freaks
outlandish and odd
parroting our priests
and glib of our gods

mocking our trials
poking fun of our kings
curating our flaws
as they jump and sing

bent and dimented
indignant to drones
lippy and pert
these rolling stones

theater people

well hey, they decided you had to be puritan shunning your eyes at the word ****... but said you were to be crucified twice-over to see ******* and **** and other morbid clown balloon images that deviated from censoring ****-all / nothing and ensuring you were comfortable with dyslexia of pulverising images that could only be reduced to a close-resemblance of words (onomatopoeias) - ol' McDonald 'ad a farm...**

god save the queen,
god save our...
come on! come on! come on! come on!
do you wanna be in
             my gang my gang my gang?!
do you wanna be in
             my gang my gang my gang (my *******)?!
(garry gloater, uhu uh hum aha um - elvis proved
the english stiff upper lip could be cured - sore
the lippy wrinkle of disapproval insinuated, soar
like an angler's catch of the fisherman's hook!
but the stiff pelvis couldn't - exporting
a redcoat to america is like importing a ku klux hood
to england, ha ha.)
leisurely in Majorca binge drinking
in Bristol is a N.H.S. concern,
Madonna faked the *****,
the ***** faked the Madonna
because of the seasonal olive skinned trysts...
drunks' trolley banks and cabbage heads
of mashing up hairstyles at a metal rock gig...
it was once 80s Nevada deep freeze,
now it's airy new york Warhol cool...
shinobi said: dragon's ***** gave birth to
fast blinking ninjas...
all the world's a stage... but no man
should turn into the world just because
he was given a stage... tabloid literature
faked shakespeare plagiarism of death too frequently....
Anthem Britannia - sail the seas of ****** milkiness
gluten free passive vitamin C, D & A recipients
in the multi-pill... of all the former empires
i got the ****-hole... learn the basics...
the perverts are out there, ready to scream the words:
***** REEL! and get their nuts jotted down
in a blender of teenage emotion...
we're talking the new age futurism off futurism,
since the date prescribed by Fukuyama,
beginning / ending when people stopped the 100
cyclone and entered the lasting 2nd half of the 20th century
as a bleach for the 1st part of the 20th century,
meaning they had to grapple with writing history
and stop looking at art as "post-modern",
well basically modern post-mortem
of the millions dead... the art they make these
days is just gagging for a shooting-spree.

I was in the forest the other day,
I found fun things,
albeit I had no idea what they'd do.

I didn't know if they'd **** me,
or give me a kick *** high,
I decided to find out.

The minutes are rolling by,
and so am I.
Did that cactus just open it's eyes?

I'm tripping *****,
and I'm loving every minute of it.
Things are finally coming to life.

I had a chat with that ****** rat.
She admitted all the **** she'd done behind my back.
I was surprised, I'd thought she was a close friend.

I had a conversation with a lippy lizard,
and he told me the absolute truth about what he thought.
It was good to hear, but nothing I'd never heard from him before.

I became best friends with a ******* cactus.
We mostly bonded over mutual hatred.
We're both ******, and neither of us give a ****.

I think that's why we're the best of friends.
He and I always have been.

Please don't pity me because I am single
I enjoy life, get out, play hard and mingle
Soul mates will meet when the timing is right
For now, I'll do me so the future looks bright.

Being alone is not making me pensive
It's opened my eyes something extensive
I'd rather see love than have it myself
Seeing you thrive is good for my health.

I see all your posts of how happy they make you
Of bad and good and of all you have been through
Of how they are faithful and loyal to the end
Of being being a lover and also a friend.

Being single has not brought me sadness
I'm seeing love thrive in a world filled with madness.
To me that is beautiful and that's that all I need
As long as love lives, my sorrow is freed.

What does bring me sorrow are all these **** cheaters.
These liars, scumbags, and f** spouse beaters.
It's ignorant, and no it is not the human condition
It's going on too much and needs decommission.

To all the boys sending ladies pics of your ****
If you're trying to get any, that's going about it all wrong.
Sure some are into it but, they'll say if it's true
That's not how men act, what's the matter with you?

Spreading love is my purpose, I can't let it die
My heart beats as long as true love is alive
You can call me a wimp, or call me a hippie
I really don't care, so don't get all lippy.

This is for everyone who is in love or inquiring
Your love is amazing and I find it inspiring.
Let's get rid of the habits that have diluted it's beauty
Love is resplendent, and to protect it's our duty.

Please don't think I get sad when I see you're in love
Wishing for someone is not what I think of
True love persists, and for that I am grateful
Please keep love alive and away from the hateful.

Some call it all fake or just a chemical reaction
But what brought it on? It's not just from attraction.
Monogamy's not necessary to survival of species
It helps with procreation but, it's also our Achilles.

Our minds evolved love because we aren't human without it.
It's from the soul, if you never felt it don't try to doubt it.
Don't hate on love, it has the best of intentions
It just wants to grow and spread it's affections.

And for now I'll do me so the future looks bright
I'll find my true love when the timing is right.
Keep this in mind as we mix and we mingle
Please don't pity me because I am single.

All-Ziggy in--- one
He's the dockers
Let's zoom in clickers- - -
The computer meets
Mr. hackers
Deleted all my cookie's
All we need is love and crackers
Am I bookedslightly jammed jar?
Just like Romeo huh? love-scarred?
So hurried ((Agatha Christie))

Overwhelmed worded
Overboard been thrown
Inside her mystery
drunks of the
Dynasty

Lippy all snappy
G-Q this isn't a
book quiz

I Quit Hippety-Dippetty
Hungry Hippos
Hop(scotch) drinkers
Queen hoarder of junk
ZZZZ Tiara with *****

Zillions got jealous
Charlie of the sea
tuna fish clunky
Where is the Pasta
So Sticky (Seashells),
Bowie bow-ties Z
ZitiMan of La Mancha
Like a muzzle puzzle
Mr. Mancini Ronzoni
Meet musical genius
Bowie**

((Ziggy Stardust Wish)

Ziggy zero 000-000

The zoo-keeper Mr. Bentley
So zealous fast food
jealous and devious
Mistress of the
Agatha got tedious
Jean Jeanie magician

Music notes and
  Stripey stars Bass
Her speakeasy pass

((Breakfast at Tiffany)).....**
The Auditor of the
Audry Zig Zag
Putting on the ritz
Hip Hop Hepburn
Zigziggary
book narrowminded
Zachery? Broad-sworded
Ziggy Star Dust
David Bowie talent to trust
The ground
control___**
to Major Tummy Zonky
And Slinky got stepped on
Over her ring pinky

Zionist Benny and the Jets
Elton John pianist hits

Zoonotic Gin and tonic
zigzag Zebra
style purse
Where are her show
Polish up my poodles
The restaurant was cursed
Zagat rating
leash she went out*
hypnotic ZZzzzz's
Queen buZzzzz Twiggy
Fame whose to
blame
Zoe her macaroni
Twist and snout Grill

Cherry blossom
Shiba Uni
Was her best thrill
his zig-zag tongue
Ziggy playing rugby
She was stretched

((Ziggy Book like Gumby))

Zonked spaced out
the Zonka truck
Phantom
Theatre Dig her Dorothy
red slippers

Ziggy Stardust
Disney Pixar Flippers
Totally Rad Toto
Zoe met Joey GoGo
Felt like Chop Suey
Agatha high drama
African Queen Jungle
Dr. Suess bald eagle boss
No ******* to twinkle
The bad day of
tendinitis
The ringing cheering ear

Martha my dear
Never beat Beatles
Jim Carey hell of a
sleigh rideTinnitus
At the Marilyn
Millionaire bar-hop
bus stop wiggles
Some snags fishnets
  Trump it up
everyone shut up_$$$
The *******_
Zillion Price tags
on the plane
The Easter basket
Just Sunny she's over easy
eggs ramble

Ziggy Scandals
Odd-couple Oscar
Trumpets Tony Randal
Zip of the lip
Miss fuss ***
She needs her
diapers

Beach Boys Truffles
Sherry baby got poison
mushrooms
The bed end__
(All Z) initial bookmarker
The end of her sleepwear
Her backpack bad crow
eye pack
and zigzagged---///---
Ozzy Oz land
Arrowsmith dead-on
nailed it, witch
A to Zzzz's H Harrods
Her London's hair
The rock (Fritz) That's
Showeyyy biz
Cleopatra
He's the Mantra zestier
Zoological Mixed greens
Ziggy zig-zag salad

All wormy Planet
Humming and rhyming
Wiggly but not ugly_>>>
here's to all of
you Ziggy Huggy

So It Seems As Though...
It’s COOL Right Now...
To FILL... *******... !!!?!!!

But... NOT In The Way...
That Things NOW GO... !!!!!

Since When Was It... " Cool "... ?!?
For Them To Get... "STUFFED"... !?!
By ***** And Tongues As Well As ******... !!!!!

I’d Prefer OTHER Stuff...
Like... Clips And Guns... !!!!!!!!!!!

Because An ******* KNOWS...
That... **** Comes Out...
ESPECIALLY When...
They Start Runnin’ Their Mout’.... !!!!!!

Or Put Down Phones...
When Their Temper BLOWS... !!!!!!

As If Their... UNTOUCHABLE...
Like... ELLIOT NESS...
Or YES... CLIFF HUXTABLE'... !!!!

Which Of Course... AIN'T True... !!!
******* Should Be Shrewd... !!!
And NOT Make Moves...
That Lead To... ABUSE... !!!!!

Verbal... Or Physical...
When Things Get CRITICAL... !!!

******* SHOW....
That They SHOULDN'T Go...
Where They... TRY To GO... !!!!!

INTO... " ZONES "...
Where Tones BREAK Bones... !!!
And EVEN Leave Some Laying COLD... !!!

These Pretentious *******... !!!
Have Got... REAL Dough... !!!!

Which Seems To Be...
What Makes Them WREAK...
of... IGNORANT Deeds... !!!!
Lies And Deceit... !!!!

And... ARROGANCE...
That’s Beyond... BELIEF... !!!!!

From Lawyers Who... “Sneak”...
And Then Steal Money From The Type of Peeps’...
Who’d Rather NOT BE... In Their Company.... !!!

But The  ... " ******* Show “...

Has LONG Since SHOWN...
How These ******* Roll...

MONEY HUNGRY... " **'s "...
BOTH... " Sistas’ And Bros "...

Behave As Though...
Their... IGNORANCE...
WON'T Leave Them STUCK... !!!

Because Their GUMS...
Have Driven Someone...
To Call For GUNS...
And... OTHER Stuff... !!!!!!!

That’ll ENSURE That...
They LOSE Their....... Blood...... !!!!!

NOBODY’s ABOVE Paying A Toll... !!!!!!!!
ESPECIALLY... These Lippy’ *******... !!!!!

Who... REALLY Should KNOW...
How Things Can Go....
Cos’ Quite A Few Lost Souls...
Have Gone PAST... BROKE... !!!!!!

And Just Wanna See....
THESE ******* BLEED... !!!

Because of Their GREED...
DISRESPECTFUL Speech...
And... CONSTANT Need...

To Let Their EGO...
Be What... FEEDS...
MORE Than Their Dreams... !!!

But Now Street Teams...
Are QUICK TO Reach...
For The Type of PIECE...
That Make Dreams CEASE...
And Cause... NIGHTMARES... !!!

For ******* Prepared...
To Take Things THERE... !?!

Well That’s The Vibe...
That They PRESENT... Like...

They’re The Type of Guys...
With... GANGSTA' Ties... !!!

When They’re Corporate Slime...
Who CONSTANTLY LIE To Get Through Life....

Well They Should Be WISE...
BEFORE... One Night...
They Find Their PRIDE...
Hung Up... REAL High... !!!!!

With The Type of Necktie...
That... COLOMBIANS Like... !!!!!!!

Designed To Make...
******* FALL IN LINE.... !!!
And That Is WHY I’m A... " humble guy "...

Who Uses My Art...
Just Like These *******...
USE... THEIR ***... !!!

To KICK OUT.................. ****................ !!!!!

That Gives A... “ Whiff “...
of MORE Than ***** And NASTY Lips... !!!

Like... REAL LYRICS... !!!

That Serve Up... HITS...
That Hit HARDER Than Coc’...
Because They’re... DOPE... !!!!

So QUICKLY BREAK These Walking JOKES... !!!

Who Are... BETTER KNOWN...

As YES.....

.... “ ******* “....

"AHHHHH...MEN!"

Mary's mobile
bleeps.

Text.
( First 3 notes of SHAFT ).

It was the angel
Gabriel.

"Yo Mary babeeee!
Guess who's gonna be

the mother of God!"

She's all fingers
and thumbs.

Can't get used to
this new technology.

Preferred the blinding
flash of light

floaty dudes
who were a bit of alright.

She just sends
a "?" back.

Quick as a flash
Gabe texts her back.

"Hey girllll
it's you!"

She texts a curt
!!!NO WAY!!!

Mary panics: " Jesus Christ
I'm way too young to be

having the Son of God!"

She smothers her mobile
under a pillow.

Hoping that it will
just go away.

"BleepbleepbloodyBLEEP!"
it muffles messages.

When she dares to look next
there are like. . .!

69 unread
texts.

"I swear to God!"
she tells herself.
"I'm not having it!"

She deletes
the lot.

Un-friends Gabe & God>

Uses a word that isn't
nice!

"Good riddance to a bad lot!"
she convinces herself.

"I want to be my own
woman!"

Puts on the scarletest lippy.
Cleopatra's her eyes.

Hits the town.
Paints it red.

Ends up in a seedy
karaoke joint

G&T; in one hand
mike in the other

belting out:

"Once I was afraid...
I was petrified. . !"

Get your bra on Gladys
Lockdown is nearly done
Shave your legs and brush your pegs
Let's get out in the sun.
Put your perm on Doris
Get your hair all in a curl
Some lippy in red and a hat on your head
I'll take you out for  a whirl.
Bin the slippers Mabel
Squeeze your bunions into some heels
A top tight at the bust is really a must,
And I'll pick you up in my wheels.
Chuck out the onesie Doris,
I know that you just didn't care,
In fact stay at home, I prefer being alone
And there's too many people out there.

dusk
.
.
.
and the
hills exorcise a succubus
the eagle sitting at the round table
is tired of shadows

and mere me mortal
are your sister, lover, mother and the fool
telling
tales

the lippy tear licking succubus
spreads
her jaw
down into a quick release deceive

the eagle
flowers into a soar
whaled-jaw filled with hunting shadows

and
we all know concrete and hands expiring

the precious
exodus and return
the grow up mantra
when beauty is full and death is far

the
power womb
to renounce and rejoice

my
heart is not right
my mind
is finger spilled contradiction
my senses
entertain darkness
my purpose
is to marry the wretch to the fragrant

no vanity

conflict
knocks…

Friday night, half five. Offices, factories,
fish docks, shops’d unload…
Pan-stick applied, lippy, slap, fresh scent…
ancient Brits in finest 'warpaint' woad.
Oxford Bags, double breasted jacket, 10 ****,
Brilliantine and Brylcreem.
The Hull to Withernsea train stood ready
with a full head of steam.

The preened, the pummed - the chancers, romancers…
loves young dreamers, the loved up dancers - .
Laden with laughter, the Friday night
‘With’ Special lurches out of Hull…
15 miles of glistening steel…
an escape route from the drudge, the cludge,
to ‘Crazy Night’ chances of a naughty weekend.
It’s anything but dull…      

Paragon to Scullcoates,
Southcoates & Marfleet
the carriages already full to burstin’
and the wackiness awaits.
Hedon Speedway, Rye Hill
and Burstwick trundling by…
Hedonists through Hedon’s Gate
sleepy Patrington, Hollym… With!

Piling off the platform toward digs
and guest house fun, stuffed weekend bags…
A thruppeny bit to the sack truck boy
and one of your precious ****.
We’re carousing down the street,
half the city must be here
and the feeling… well it’s reet!
Gagging for a beer - but first…

“Ooh, Mr & Mrs Smith is it?”…
the landlady asks with a knowing wink.
Bags in, **** out - into The Alex  for a drink…
before tripping to The Queen’s and 'Crazy Night!'
Tuppence and a jam jar (don’t ask) gets you in
and it’s mayhem - out of sight!
What a din! Lively band, cheap drinks… what a night!

Girls giggle in gaggles,
dancing round their bags…
The lads... a beer, a laugh, a leer
and passing round the ****.
The whole of Hull turns out in our With
on a summer’s Friday night.
1935… the town’s throbbing…
will it, ever again, see the like?

says the gimp, says the:
i also had a wish:
had i the chance to exhort
the same power....
           instead all i have is a
hood to entwine with a kippah...
       and then there's the:
i'm supposed to laugh...
             i was born
of night:
      have asserted
a presence with foxes
and chased dear into formation...
       of a missing ****...
i am empty on the ***** -
i am Tokyo friendly:
London is a *******-worth of a
tourist-actraction -
    you, need, to, be, reassured,
concerning, a draft: of being:
reproducible...
                    the draft being:
you are born father,
you are born mother...
   sit and beside yourself with
ever having a brother or, sis...
  how will the asiatic spirit
of yapan ever unlearn
to mimic the european?
            well... ask  me:
why do the Yaps fly with
the europeans in the ski jumping
competitions?
            lippy *******!
gimp says who...
    says who? says gimp says who...
    says: i fetish a ******
and a latex bride...
                but then there's
you with a hard-on to make
me the double-inseminate mech.
  and that's because i was really
allowed to fathom such a cruelty...
i was really a double-inseminate mech.,
because i was both ***** and live (f)
giver! ****! why don't you just turn me
into the Polish Catholic church -
and then ask the migrants...
who, being non-migrant:
        are harder to concern oneself with
in comparison to the "exploiters"
of: hard, earned, cash...
but no...
         you need drowning migrants
to "get the picture"...
              dumb worth of wit...
i really need a tokyo eye-exam...
         but then of course i come from
a city that has failed...
                i wouldn't have become an
economic migrant:
     if the city managed to survive...
hence not sympathy vote...
               hence the humanitarian "vote"...
whatever the **** that is
with the "guarantee" of pop media...
          the failure of socialism having
killed 100 million people is not that
they killed them,
   it's that WESTERN capitalism failed
having failed naming them...
      individual, i.e.: so what's
the problem with everyone being so
important?!
             "i" thought everyone was
so suddenly "important"?
             no? they weren't?
so... why the **** did i hurdle
to create economic migrants?!
              the point where you start *******
me off, read good, is where i start to stall
your ambitions, and leave you:
*******! no...
you can excuse migration for anything
other than economic gain...
  your take on economics
without a base for economic migration
ingores the death of Soviets...
       hence you needing
a cultural subversion...
     it doesn't really ask the question
whether you need it, or don't...
       you already have it!
      i'm here... to just ******* the joystick:
and it's not on behalf of the russians:
mind you;
              i'm a freed pronoun entity...
    well... if i can't be a Pole,
i can't really Zee und Ur -
         blank me via: ergo there's no vice...
and versus becomes neutral...
fiddler on the roof shimmy:
if i were a ritch man:
   worthy of a *** change...
  yabbad - tip toe: churn the milking
of a cow: had i: but a jew to tell, a, joke.
- but i have been scolded for
adding "extra" letters!
   ha-yam ha-don ha-scon!
the the the,
             and i, belittled shay:
  to show a dire owed...
         to have lived...
   but to also have wishing in wishing
the world intact:
      in that you have owned
it for the core purpose of
selecting the Jew in his "promise"...
then i would not concern
myself with a theology...
as the Jew applied himself to
the perfected ontology of a
blacksmith: for i lived:
                the un-doubting man;
but i have lived a man denying:
what i have nothing to doubt;
with an anonymous coming from
a prophet your
     people hate the most!
     said so said the fiddler on the roof:
and... the last forgotten word
to concern the women!
        as if... it were the first,
of a child akin to a yawn...
      but as such is the case:
     i'll allow myself no fortune to
project into: other than a past...
and a history of the grave to abide by.

of what i wrote:
  thankfully i understand very little:
because? i have no
    jewish audacity... just for fun!
but because i'm Polish and not German,
i'm to be blamed for the Holocaust....
which is the funny bit,
in what's funny about the stereotype
of being a Jew...
             while also having poor
cousins to skive off having a highest opinion
of: counter epitome of Giza?
  Biblical: said: unreplicable: with no counter:
said!

My mother calls me "Lucky"
I'd call myself lonely,
lost in my longing for more.

Left handed and lippy, my Latin roots grab hold
short with little limbs, my bark is sharp
but my love soft.

Lumps lodged in my chest
loaded little rockets
launch when winter lands

Logic eludes my language
I speak, lucid lies loudly
laced with truths,
liquor tends to loosen, the lips

My Mother calls me "Lucky"
a shining lucky star,
I'd call myself Lady of the Lake
watery, and rippling

an amateur photographer waits till a room fills
up with degrees of connection--as people move
relative to prattle's false starts.
just when the deep space of universal greeting
collapses into conversation, the room's undulant
field registers unnatural spikes in noise level--
like supercells on a radar.
as if language showing first signs of fluidity, met
with the straitjacketed primitivism of listeners--
itching to go from zoo-like soundings, to being
seduced by the traction of their own voice.
at this the bluffy segue of wineglasses are tilted off
a tray--their long necks & lippy vaunts sparkling
to an ear-piercing parse.
a lens glares out of obscurity, as if the blue
shorts the blue--to blink back right there.
recoiling hands spastically thrown around deformed
hubs--with an anesthesiologist' catalogue of faces.
our photographer's delectation came from seeing it as
the discordia of the fifth wall.

Worthy art thou of glowing praise - in all the ways
so humbly I ode - an emotive rhymed bode,
of lyrics that flowed - from an ardent felt daze
brighter than the heavens ablaze,
so scribed in phrase - your blessed rays:

Blessed art thou blue eyes - of azure dyes,
once dipped in motion into the oceanic potion,
by seraphs with the notion - that thine eyes match the skies,
oh heavens hath let thee rise,
Aphrodite thy guise - art thou blue eyes.

Blessed art thou with gentle tones - of angelic moans
crafted by the wails that drifted Gaelic sails
flowing in trails - of sea queens and their thrones
a simpering grace thy voice clones,
shattered with groans - my hearted stones.

Blessed art thou of amber hair - radiant fair
woven in piles in rarest of the styles
scented in isles - where live roses flair
of lippy shaped kisses they bear,
from mountains I blare - I adore your hair.

Blessed am I to be - favored by thee
tanning in passion of true valentine fashion
carved in ashen - our love branded tree
oh blessed could I ever be,
so worded in spree - my ink coated glee.

EMPTY ORCHESTRA

"Oh no!"
my reflection couldn't
help but blurt out

"You're not going to
give me that
sad face again...are ya?"

I smiled
but my reflection
didn't smile back

don't ya hate it
when your reflection
gives you a good talking to

tells you to
"Laugh for gawd's sake!"
or "Look lively!"

puts me in mind
of my mother when
I was a surly teenager

she's long gone now
so my mirror takes on
her nagging role

always telling me
what to do or
what's what

I comb my scruffy hair
apply a little lippy
fasten a smile to my gob

I pout "All right, Mr. DeMille,
I'm ready
for my close-up."

I dive back
into the noise
and crazy chatter

grab a mike and
in my best Karaoke
belt out "I Will Survive!"

my mirror
would be
proud of me

"...back
from
outer space!"