Knowing
What we cant do
is very harmful  to ability

Neither black or white
But a color in pencils
The feelings that people feel
When seen on shirts

But clouds have this color
On dark no energy nights
The clouds make a dark stormy feature
When they crawl to the sky

As the earth is asleep
And mix with the darkness
That falls from space
Where you can see neither black nor white
But grey

ZaZa G.

darkness
nothing to be seen
but you and the creatures
the dark is mysteryic
that everything goes its way
that nothing could destroy it
but finding its weakness

ZaZa G.

any superstitious peasants out there tonight
TV junkies gossipy groupies Bulgarian saxophonists
am I talking too fast for couple's therapy
uh oh here it comes another head scar
an optimist would say the scar of opportunity
fortunately digression is an art form
that they say never plays for keeps
you don't want to become the unwitting tool
of smarter people do you
you do
it's your worst nightmare
instead let's play museum
you have eye you have other eye
you will however need an augury
let's step onto the showroom floor
where we have our latest models
Bill the mechanic seer
could tell your fate
from a pile of tossed grease rags
he was right almost every time
he even told 3 circus anteaters
they would run for President
and they did
Edwina the cleaning lady sibyl
could swing a vacuum bag
round her head and tell from the
dust cloud if you were gonna die
from gall bladder or aphrodisiac
Zaza the fabled one trick pony
could hoof the innards of a road ****
and you'd find love
an astronomer named Ziggy
told our planet that a big rock
was coming from the sky
like a runaway freight train
that's why I'm appearing before you
in this ethereal minimum medium
you'll have to forgive me
if I show a lack of enthusiasm
for this dangerous matter
I may have fallen captive to the tow
of the clandestine echelons
working their hands like bug legs
in a sign language that horrifies the deaf
I've scanned this for alien message implants
you won't need a map of area 51
just a chicken wire cage
which is always as refreshing as
another lash of the cane
they just hand me the script
and I broadcast what I'm told
radio free Carthage

From "Pageant of Naked Mischief" available on Amazon

Alliteration
of your name
is like
a poem.
It coos and cranes,
it makes me
feel sated
with cheeky bells on.
It makes my soul
feel quenched
when I sing it out
when you don’t show up.
I want to slide down
the lines
of your name
like it’s
a poem.
Give me a Zaza,
not a Zizi;
almost a Zissou,
never a Vossy.
For somebody, those are
the lines of truth,
but yours is a love oath
and the breeze
to me.
And I feel so jazzy!
It takes all of me
to give it away
back to you
for free.