the stuff that I've written so far today
hasn't inspired me in any big way.
it's not a load of crap;
I just want a bit more slap,
where a little bit of sting...
WHO I'M WRITING FOR
I don't like to write just to be writing,
but I've always found it to be exciting.
it's entirely unplanned,
and it gets out of hand,
and here I write, just to...
CHEAP PEN ON A WRITING DESK
okay, let's see how this works,
a cheap ballpoint pen that still lurks
deep in my coat pocket...
doesn't write like a rocket,
but you can't have all of...
YOU TAKE WHAT YOU GET
these sentimental poems have me concerned.
I read them and I think, "should they be burned?"
I still enjoy the writing,
and I don't want to be biting
I'd like to hear somebody knock on the door
with a delectable Chinese dinner for four.
that's two for today and two for tomorrow;
if I'm going to cover it I'll have to...
how long can the rainstorm last?
it's been pouring all day, so fast;
don't they run out of water?
I feel like Neptune's daughter,
always so wet, and a dad who stood fast...
riding the third wheel on its annual run,
as it rolls down the highway on a trip round the sun,
rotating always from nighttime to day,
then seeming to rotate the...
UP AT NIGHT
it's two thirty-eight and I'm feeling great,
hoping my mind will accelerate,
foot on the gas, and I'm running fast,
taking off with a helluva blast.
wouldn't that be...
I hope you can see it's a joke,
that some of it's just fun I poke;
and some is more serious,
or even mysterious,
but it keeps me from having a stroke.
It doesn't keep me from...
So just wanna share something's that I have been thinking about lately.
At this point of my life, what I have figured out is that its not as difficult as I thought its gonna be to...
Coke is cutting the sugar down.
how good an idea does that one sound?
remember "new Coke",
that stuff was a joke.
Coca-Cola was almost run out of town.
A WHOLE BUNCH OF CANADIAN STUFF
Harper's created the Secret Police;
excuses of terror here need to cease.
with no oversight,
what a fascist delight!
the future's no hope for...
THE BIG DEAL
okay God, if you're there, that must be some very thin air,
but now that I've got you, I just want to tell you, beware
of rockets and rays,
dead space junk that stays...
I'm sure most of you've had enough,
but I'm having fun with this stuff.
I know there's no need,
if you don't like it, don't read.
for you it's nothing but fluff...
I woke up suddenly, not the way you see in movies where the protagonist flies out from under the sheets in a harrowing gasp or scream. No sweat pouring from my face, no heavy...
GARDENING BY MOUNTIE
it isn't the easiest thing
to get rid of all pests in the spring.
to put Mom in sacking
and send them all packing;
the aphids still turn up and cling.
I talk to lots of people through these notes;
some are long-term friends, others just dust motes.
I put myself out there,
no sense of some "beware".
I don't cover it with...
my sister and I got our baggies today;
the usual stuff in the usual way.
we had a quick sample,
the buzz more than ample.
it was good, but what can you say?
a drastic reduction had to take place
when I moved from my old home to a much smaller space.
thousand of books were forsaken,
thousands of albums I couldn't have taken...
here are a few basic facts:
Jesus is not coming back;
his dad was not god,
that stuff was a fraud.
it just put him under attack.
and look where it led in the end...
you gotta love snow or hate it.
there's no point trying to debate it.
it's white and it's fluffy!
it's wet and it's slushy!
but why did nature have to create it?
five-seventeen and I'm stuffed;
my skin could stand to be sloughed.
it's good my pj's have elastic;
the growth in the girth is fantastic.
now I regret it; I shoulda been cuffed...
my vocabulary's pretty thin
to try to write poetry in.
I'll keep it all sparse,
and hope it'll parse.
if it doesn't, it isn't a sin.
the trick is to give it a wrinkle,
my mind is running all over tonight,
for richer, for poorer, from bite to delight.
as long as it's coming
I'll keep right on drumming
my fingers on paper to get it...
I'll keep right on writing while I smoke the joint.
I'd stop for a moment but what is the point?
joint in my left, pen in my right,
burning a hole in another night.
can't think of...
what ever happened to love and peace?
why are we bombing the middle-east?
the damage is done.
we're back to square one.
now we just count the deceased.
yes, I can...
I'm half asleep here while I'm writing;
that tells you that it's so exciting
that I'd rather hear
a voice in my ear,
and turn off all of this lighting.
there are not that many Saturdays
when I spend my time this way;
jumping up, lying down, sleeping,
writing down, thinking up, sleeping.
it wasn't all that bad a day.
when my mom in the forties got dressed,
she always tried looking her best.
she put on the pearls,
as did all the girls,
or diamonds for those who were blessed.
it wouldn't be much of a leap
to keep writing while falling asleep.
I know I've been close
but let's face it, these rhymes are not deep.
it's not all that often I'm writing so fast.
I'm taking advantage 'cause I know it won't last.
when it gets past the best,
I'm taking a rest;
and I'll chuckle and say, "it's been a...
there are times when all of us are feeling like jerks;
I've been writing for years and I know how it works.
some days you're glad,
and some days you're sad,
and those are the best...
my writing's too sloppy to read.
arthritis is doing its deed.
I don't want to whine
'cause some days are fine,
if I try to control the great speed.
but I find if I try...
The music washes over me a hard core melody
Pounding, racing, out of control
I want to escape these feelings that fall on me
The rhythm of the instruments falling together...
I don't know how much more I can do,
without boring both me and you.
I might need a change
to form with more range,
and perhaps something fresh to pursue.
but I don't...
well, here it is twelve-twenty-one,
with six limericks already done.
I need to slow down
before I can drown
in the ink as I just let it run.
my fingers just keep...