Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Caution –Contains hot liquid
Down at the park
God tossed big sticks
to his favourite dogs
to boil in a tasty goulash
he invited me for supper
I had no appetite then
but wished him
as I sipped
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Husband doing chores wearing his wife’s negligee
Extolling the virtues of a cynical disposition, he reclines
in his righteous dependency. Not for him the stoic indifference
of the TV judge, or the sheep like bleating from the
sporting spouse, each despised with equal smugness.
As it was or is, so shall it always be.
So they cancelled the old time dancing on account of
the weather, but Johnny Cash was playing on the radio,
which suits him fine. It’s his age though, he never used
to get these social malfunctions until they killed Saturday
night, and half buried the body so the memory would linger.
Rainy days and workdays always get me down.
His Father said as much during disagreeable lectures.
But he’s gone now, except for every morning when he
winks from the bathroom mirror. He knew all along
the old sod, but never gave the slightest warning of the
troubles to come, damn them all to hell.
The more things change the more they’ll stay the same, or not.
So he sighs, and tries to embrace what must come to pass.
But it’s all weird, political correctness gone rogue and hunted
down like a rabid bunny, what’s up doc! Now time coshes
with the blunt reminder of the tasks at hand, as he takes to
his chores wearing his wife’s negligee.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Six hundred savage defeatists
Brought about a slight change
In national morality
Gone, all the bee bop
Rogues who once stood
On every parallel corner
Twirling sweaty bandanas
Round fat pig greased fingers
Banished, all the subversive
Swingers, who terminally
Undecided, rocked the boat
One beat time too often,
And floundered with
A cheery wave ta ta
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
See the snow, how it falls like confetti
On a union of concrete and frost
And it sits like a sheet of obsession
With the comfort that comes from remorse
But the snowman you built to remind you
Holds a grin that he carries with pride
And the pipe that you gave him to ponder
Was the gun that you held at his side
So you garnished his coat with some buttons
That you bought from a charity store
And you fastened each one with a warning
How there never could be anymore
Now your snowman stands solid and silent
As he patiently waits for the thaw
That will come in the times of pretension
For he’s only a snowman, that’s all