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"I discovered the Theory of Relativity while riding a bicycle." ~ Albert Einstein ~

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Monday, August 29, 2005

or, was it u, ewe 2 you

Too Sure

If I were you
And you were me
This is what we’d be
Two who cannot see
What not to do

$ $ $ $

M-O-R-E is a four letter word
An obscenity capitalists
Christians pray for
Sacrifice freedom unknowing
Never get enough of
Don’t know why though

An obscenity capitalists
Christians pray for
Don’t know why though

An obscenity capitalists
Christians pray for

Never get enough of



Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Did I dream them or was it who?

Throwaway Lines

Words bytes cast into the Jungesphere
Hoping to meet others
Bottles of mirth floating on a sea of hap
Not a chore in sight

Bob Marley where are you?

Friday, August 19, 2005

Morse Code Music

Morse Code Music

A site that is worth spending some time playing and listening to discover your pleasure rhythms and tempo.

Z8BIGAL drums with 7/8 fast temp works for me.

Try it and find your pleasure. TGIF

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Todo Today

Todo Today

For sale: One bed, well used
Never slept in

She used it to sort her dirty underwear
Making love to her baguette
Sliding her tongue into the raw end
Exposed by her mouth, her bite,
Tasting the sweet marmalade
It’s soft creamy texture
It was hard on underwear
Pleasure every morning turned sour
Selling her body in it’s iconic form
The business of the day.

The two of them go about together
Her love, her respect,
Flirting with the under wire that holds her
Keeps her firm in conviction
Wedded to truth
Asking for public assistance, she needs
Her husband, he didn’t like dogs,
Companions sleep near each other
Softening concrete mattresses with grace.

Rain, outside water, now friend,
Comes and goes, like the night,
Will not chill her tonight
A new friend, one intimate space,
No room for two beds or dirty underwear.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Fallen Barn Turned to Art

Transcendental Barn

When Gramps
gave up on cows
Broken barn boards transformed
time's grip into hyperbolic

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Dadburn County Barn Sculpture

Floating Memories

moved away. Cows
bawl sunset regrets. His
broad shoulders can't hold what
time took from him.

I met an artist of the plains in October. Eye heard her

Dakota Whisper

Cream blue
overhead. Wheat. Barns.
Spell bound prairie wind brushed
snow blown canvas paint narrations
Swish swash

and saw the pictures of a barn changing roles.
Fallen timber, rising spirit.

Monday, August 08, 2005

The Answer

I finished "da Vinci Comes Out" this morning, it has 6 verses, 3 stanzas, 42 lines for the number to which it is dedicated,42.


Sunday, August 07, 2005

A new folder for August

da Vinci Comes Out

When I awake in the dark of night
I am in the Louvre halls
My penis swollen and fat
I grasp it
Stroke it and pull it into long beautiful marble
Ready for Venus de Milo
My arms become hers
My hands replace what sculptures understand
Touch is personal
Inside the head erotic Goddess divine
Somewhere between dreams and morning
Flesh and stone

You surprise me Leonardo
I thought I'd know
Your genius by reading all the notes you took
Not your romance with infinity. Look
Your AC-DC sexuality was with guys we call gods
Modeled in their hermaphroditic bods
Chipped from marble by mortal hands
For humans, like me, that monuments stands
An indelible mind storm
A universal guide to grace and form