Mind Body Soul
Never have I known a combination
Of ingredients as perfectly proportioned
And arranged
As if precisely picked from diverse sources
And designed with intervention scientific and divine
To most appeal to my nature and desire.
Equally, she flourishes in every situation...
Unencumbered and embracing in the darkness
Or in bright and public places circulating...
With a wit recounting anecdotes of entertaining point
Or with soft whispers mapping passion’s territories...
Talking over matters of an interest intellectual
Or instigating mischief with a devilish elation.
Too well calibrated to my every inclination and intention
To be a happy accident of chemistry and luck
Her existence is a proof of powers greater and benign
Deserving tribute.
Faced with her, I’m shaken by a sweet epiphany,
Recognition without need for introspection
That the two of us are right for one another,
And this stands as much a certainty accepted blindly
As the following of day by night
And spring by summer.
Love born fully-formed without having to be learned,
Love increased without having to be earned,
Love continued without effort or deceit,
Our light love comes upon us like a guest
So long-awaited and well-cherished
We insist he never leave our home again.
Selfishly
I revel in your arms
Giving in as if I have no shred of dignity
Or decency
I wallow
And you shamelessly luxuriate
Resisting gamely to increase
Your sinful measure.
So full up
We both abandon all that we have been
And every one,
And every inhibition flown
Up to our elbows we would plunge
Up to our shoulders
Into one another
If we could.
You have but to ask and I
With smile shall renounce
All that has made my life until your sweet arrival
Fit to live
And so much more I will betray
I swear
For we must be the first to love this way
In all of time and human rules do not apply
To us.
Our world began again when first we met
Its laws and definitions ours to name.
And all along we know
We’ve known
We have no other choice
And we succumb.
Denied one day
When we thus starved blind resume
Our project
Fair words fail
And light touches,
Rather we with hearts full-flower
Bare and baring teeth
Collide
As if denied one month one year one life
Collide
As if our souls like breaking waves
Collide
As if our souls
Like waves
Could smash apart the shoals between them
Thunder one into another
And thus fuse with violent currents into
Something human hands could no more split
Than they could pull apart the sea.
*****
All Volunteers
Hysterical you know what he’s doin’,
Out of control I just turned around
That one time superglue
We were standing there...
She’s been back, she’ll be down,
I’m getting worse...
There goes one I’ll tell ya’...
Must’ve put some time into it,
Talk to him, you got a couple people.
Nostalgia...it’s too cold in there...
Halloween another guy, three people
Out in the parking lot later
He just sat there and stared...
There’s been a big one last couple a’ years
They hopped up outta’ there
Stuff like that he’s actually wondering
Aimlessly...whatever.
Asked me how they’re doing french fries
I’ll take care of it night shift
Down at the hospital.
He just went out and got it
When you least expect it
About a week later fictitious name...
Missing people.
You might wanna’ keep her in mind
She busted out laughin’ I had her good...
Half hour of total bullshit like Joe had
They shield him from negative stuff,
He’s to the point now and that’s exactly why.
I was too dumb to realize good late night
Just shake my head not these two guys
Harassing me...questions after hours over
Picnic...sad Look what’s this red mark?
Unfriendly in the parking lot of course yeah,
These kids blame it on me good time sad Look.
The only way to go I’m sorry...
Fifty three a night work in that night before
Really okay walk in there made you mad
sad Look both times our place real
Nasty he had checkbook
Two bucks a sale instead of adding three numbers
In the bag in the end sad Look.
*****
The Watchdog
In a corner,
He looks at his Timex,
Yapping, punctually,
“Three o’clock and all is well!”
“Six o’clock and all is well!”
“Eight o’clock and all is well!”
In the shadows,
Like a stoic, furry hydrant
He sits,
On hind legs
That are coiled tighter
Than the springs in his ticking
Timepiece.
“Ten o’clock and all is well!”
There is easy power
In his chiseled snout,
Strength
That is barely restrained
As he barks out the time
Through wolfy canines.
“Eleven o’clock and all is well!”
He waits
In the Hades darkness
Like Cerberus twice-amputated,
Checking the clock
On his puppy wrist;
He
Is the watchdog.
*****
Ode on a Stink Bug
Dear gray friend so triangular
So rough-shelled
So everywhere,
Climbing my siding my
Plaster my drapes,
Big as a cockroach, always catching my eye
With that moment of fear,
Following me every place I go
Whether home or hotel or restaurant,
Always willing to take aim and
Fly boldly straight for my face,
Wings buzzing like neon in the night,
Making me turn and look just in time
To get your punch right in the kisser,
But maybe that’s the whole idea.
Maybe you love me,
Just want to be near me,
Don’t want to be squished and flushed,
Giving up that last rancid puff of your stink bug
Perfume.
*****
Philosophers
“Fore squirt and several beers ago,”
Recited Booth, sitting petulantly on a rock.
“Hour fathers bought fork
On this compliment a nude nation...”
He continued, crispy tongue clicking
And gritty, woolly like
the play beard
Stuck on lopsy with stiff gum.
“...and predicated to the preposition
that awl men ark related eagles...”
He spread his arms again
And motioned again,
And pointed again, for emphasis.
“Their is nothing two here
Butt here itself,”
Chimed Oswald, spinning the barrel again.
“Their is nothing two here...”
“...Butt here itself,” croaked Ruby,
Pulling the trigger again.
“Their is nothing two here...”
Click. They continued in chorus.
“...Butt here itself.”
Oswald spun the barrel again, sweating.
“Eye half a dream,”
Groaned Ray, black skin chappy
And puckered, huge lips dry and sagging.
“Eye half a dream,
Eye half a dream...”
“Imagine owl the peephole,”
Droned Chapman.
“Sharing owl the whirled.
Imagine owl the peephole,”
He whispered, understanding again,
“Sharing owl the whirled.”
Two Sikhs and a Hindu
Just stood and cried,
Siamese at the waist
As their Mahatma prophesied.
Together they chanted, in the fog,
Again and again:
“Fore squirt and several beers...”
“Their is nothing two here...”
“Eye half a...”
“Imagine owl the...”
“...hour fathers...”
“...butt here...”
“...dream...”
“...peephole sharing...”
“...bought fork...”
“...itself...”
“All ewe knead is...”
“...dream...”
“...Fore squirt...”
“...love, All ewe knead...”
“...several beers...”
“...here...”
“...is love...”
As he listened,
The maestro sneered,
Kept time with a clop
And laughed at the silly boys.
He shook his head
And laughed some more,
Then mumbled, under his breath:
“Hour father who ark in heaven...”
“Hour father...”
*****
Terrastalsis
Fundamental flames squirging from the core
Inundate complacent ledges,
Spewing up the digested contents
Of millions of geo-lithic years.
Ash ejaculates upward,
Violating the virgin stratosphere,
Compressed, depressed, repressed,
A stagnant passion of the earth
Stored up over eons.
Dust clouds hang in the sky,
Defecated in defiance of gravity.
Boiling lava oozes redly,
A protoplasmic mucus de-fathomed at last;
Gasses hiss and fume from anal craters
While chunky sprays of dust and rubble
Geyser up from sudden pocks in the crust.
Everywhere, a barren, fecal smoke
Fills the air with the ash-rancid stench of centuries.
The land grunts mightily,
Heaving, exploding, shuddering, spewing,
Hunching its spiny crust
In an ancient, familiar tableau
That erupts from the bowels of the earth.
*****
Think Again(st)
When I recall! (that happy night)
With leafy Arabs flapping o ver
The? sacred? scribblings?!?
of Darwin, (and won thing is certain,
with respect, all due, two that
majestic scientist with the
monkey on his back),
I shudder (painlessly)
e.g. shake uncontrollably, shiver,
At the opportunities lossed,
The chances mist,
The shear hordes of money they offered,
i.e. gave freely, presented to.
Their was regal china galore,
Sitting in piles on the sand,
Weighting to be broken;
There wuz gold and silver (!!!)
Displayed -- or, rather, flaunted -- on
heavy pedestals;
And!!...
You guest it:
Gorgeous women (!!!) mine for the
Asking.
Oh!, “they said,” This is grate!! At last,
“and at this, they snickered,”
we have something to read our flappy Arab children
before bed!! (But I(!!) knew? better,
having had flappy Arab children my self,
Two posthumous mentals who
destroyed my home and embargoed the
gasoline in my car!!) (and lawn mower, and chainsaw,
and motorcycle)...
Then, the coup de grace...
While cooking supper, a slippery leafy Arab
Asked me what? I was hungry four;
Oh, “I tolled him,” Maybe a nice steak or a prime rib.
Allah be praised!, “he shouted,
i.e. raised his voice, yelled,”
Blasphemer! Satanic beef-eater! May you rock in Hell!
Twas then I realized, while puking my Arab tea,
That these leafy Arabs were...
And this was quite a shock...
Leafy Hindus described as Arabs (wow!!!),
touting there sacred cows among the bloody steakhouses
of my native land.
Great balls o’ fire, “I stuttered, glimpsing my plight,”
I meant to say, and quote me on this,
‘I’m hungry for a nice, juicy salad.’
No beef for me, no sir (or madam, descending on
your gender.)
Butt it was two late.
As one, the leafy Hindus cast off there
Arab robes and came at me with braised clubs!!!
What a pickle, I screamed over the
cool night sands of the fake Hindu desert,
(in truth, a cleverly disguised sandbox
with illusory backdrops that fooled the
trained I.)
I kicked sand in their faces,
a comic book bully maiming a scrawny Charles Atlas
(befour his super guaranteed mussels in fifty
daze or your money back weight program) (of coarse).
Then, a thought struck me!!! (or did it?)
Why knot disguise myself as a Persian rug,
so the leafy Hindus would not call me on the carpet?
At once, I through myself on the floor
and spread myself as flat as possible!
The leafy Hindus couldn’t find me!
They walked around and searched (desperately)
and even walked on top of me (!!!!)
Butt Eye was safe.
The moral of the story
(witch I realized after escaping from the Hindus
by disgusing myself as a ship and
sailing across the Mediterranean C,)
is this:
Never go to India if you work in a steakhouse.
The (and I ewes the term lucy) end.
*****
Knot Another Avalunch
Speak two me knot
Of the grate avalunch,
That spattering candyclysm,
Horrible knightmarry...
O woe beside those humping, toiling buystanders
And pillagers cot unawear --
Many undressed even, or worse,
Totemly bunk naked (imagine that!) --
Those simple, decapitated pheasants
And hard-walking farters
Growing coughie beanies, toboggan for cigarresteds,
Watermuffin, crabbage, green lepers,
Homily gristle, cuecrumble, origami spice
And lots plenty more, especially crash crops
Like fast food grown in speeding sportscars;
Awl this valuable angryculture thrived
Lustily in the scalding, bronchial valley
Wrestled smugly inn the shadows of
Towelling Mount St. Helicopter --
That lofty, cranky peekaboo
Christianed after gusty, cockeyed St. Helicopter
Himsell -- patron angel of whirlybirds,
Who disgruntled the hefty hilltop
Bye boldly and pioneeringly
Crunching his plain against it.
(Oh woe! Let’s us paws two bough hour
Headlights in solvent mediation. Poor sop!)
And sew, in point of factory,
Four yore inflammatory, (Pardon the expulsion)
This hoppy farting community
Went above there own business,
Minded it, two (four watt it’s worthy),
Slinging the mary worming songs,
Groaning wild fields and garments of cops,
Behating like abnormal rural folk anywear.
(And hear, wee could bee wrong, basting hour stormy,
As it is, on congestion and interpolation)
Then, unexpectantly, like a bolt out of the bluefish,
A chrysler erupted --
That’s write, a disastrous of mastiff contortions!
Oust of noware (seamingly)
Plummented grillions of tonnage of powderful,
Ploverizing white stuff, an inedibly hugelike
Waive erasing inexhortably rampant
(i.e. reel fast, like a boot out of hell)
Down the steve sloops and slummit of spectangular
Mouth St. Heloise (egad!) (double egad!!) (whoops-a-daisy!) --
Just a horribull, stammering wall of whitey,
Rumpling and thuddering down that mountainous
And consumering everythink inn its weigh.
They couldn’t knot rarely bereave it, awl those farter folk
(And lots more still canvas get themsellers
Two realign that it truly hairpinned)
(Those lots more were of coarse knot bored yet),
Butt their it grumbled, the mitey wight deluge
They had alweighs treaded --
The heap of mayonnaise on topple of the mounty
Had feistily shaken loose, and noun, of all thing,
That darn avalunch was abound too
Mascara there farts and fillage!
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