2 more of little or no consequence.

You’ll be happy when the
pala, li,la... (palindrome?) rolls easily and
Escape is a gradient
Gradual but increasingly
Reckless until the route
Bottoms out and rises
Only to plummet
Famously into feathered pillows;
Very happy indeed.

________________________..___,__-__---_+

Is Electrocuting

Squaring out the curves, a fine line
Is elucidating while rounding the edges,

An elocution ff dire substance, the
Substrate imagined @ worse a rabbit

Punch and overshot, became -lithic,
Mildly, and pondered soft things,

Especially donuts, yet to be invented.
Is it?…it is…it is not…

In lieu of a thought…

Qhagus dons a fair trophy
Flapping like clapping hands,
Well it is--
A string of fine fingers,
A string of fancy rich fingers
Groomed and polite
Gilded, ringed, studded in gems
And pointing to the source of gravity,
A grave predicament, chinking amiably.
,

Ahoy, a fiery exchange
The grapeshot, the
lugubrious pause
Stoic in limbo.
Now his blade unsheathed
Muscles bunched on a spring.
,

Asea here
on the periphery
Trundling the sprits
It’s a moot dinghy
Flung about on waves
Adrift--a mere shadow
In the wide expanse
Of a drunken, cola,
Molassen sea.
,

Rowers choke on a
Scullery wet suit knave
Groping, pulling tossed
Under inky blackness.
Asea Quagus
Wields a fair talisman,
Cleaving all, blazing
A bloody route into
Propinquity;
The twitching hordes.
,

Grasping a hewn
Lumber rail
He vaults over bloodslick
Planks wading deeper
Into carnage,
His long appendage
Biting into nameless
Foes, slack and pale
Faces--they die homeless,
Abrupt, fingers curling
Reaching to their
Fleeing souls:
Bargained for promises and lost.

ie, god-middling Armendes

As decreed,
de-fracto cumuli luminosities
cry out from a dewy carpet,
a tossed salad of varigation,
heavy with pratfalls:
So it happened,
in the age of simpatico-Aquarius,
Uber-ciliums (sic)--
purveyors of
The Decimal Pizza Dough,
the subcutaneous round pi
square cut, cubed,
dissected, outed from
inside and concocted
via psuedo formulations
that spell out doom
for mortals and mortal
enemies--
Will erase a crucial
Obelisk etching (of
arboreal & fathomless
chicken/woodchuck skirmishes)
And replace it sneakily
with sugar gumdrops, thus
quashing fleeting doubts
and ensuring the “t-
Minus Countdown Facility”
operates unimpeded.
…only Howard Pitswiggle
will remain unnerved;
But fed slowly to
the giant Diomedes’
man-eating steeds, he
will capitulate
and be remade as
Armendes: Gopher to the gods.
~~~

Next week:
A pleasant (sic)less poem about petunias.

Theme Thursday: A Rooftop Cinquain !!!

this week i offer some doodles and a form of cinquain, whose structure is 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 & repeated...Happy T.T!

I knock
Upon the door
My clipboard is at hand
No reply I peer in the crease
Empty
~

This house
A behemoth
is architectural
And an eclectic elephant
It’s weird
~

This house
Is one hundred
Triangles and some squares
Floating on flying buttresses
I speak:
~

Hello,
Anyone home?
Behind me the door shuts
So I venture in and seek life
Hello?
~

Atop
Winding staircase
A breeze wafting the drape
Beckons me upward so I climb
The steps
~

My foot
On the landing
Finds that the top floor is
A catwalk, pulleys and levers
To where
~

Winches
Drive metal gears
That will open and close
Elaborate curtains and panes
Of glass
~

That lead
Out to the roof.
Perplexed I tiptoe next
To a dormer and climb out to
The pitch
~

Onto
The sloping roof
The gable roof and then
A parapet and a grotesque
Gargoyle
~

Smiling
Down as I gasp
An audible ‘oh my’
And scrabble back into safety,
I thought…

100th Post, with Tom & Dinosaur Hand!

Tom & Dinosaur Hand, review the Ft. Wayne Children's Zoo !!!Dinosaur Hand: Who wants to go to a Children's Zoo?!!! Let's go to the arcade and blow up hang gliders!

Tom: For one thing, it's called the children's zoo but it's for everyone, and it's big and full of trees and animals, and places to sit and eat, and

D.H: Look, a monkey!

D.H: Ack; flowers.

Tom: Sure; not only do we have giraffes and lions and all types of monkeys, there are a great variety of plants and trees...it's almost like a botanical garden, but not quite...that is downtown and is a great adventure in itself.
Tom: And this is the brand new exhibit, the African Veldt...there is a ski lift ride that goes over the top.
D.H: They're stripey!
D.H: Don't tell; more flowers. Yawn.
Tom: No! Smarty pants; the catalpa trees are blooming...aren't they pretty?

D.H: Yawn. Need more monkeys!

D.H: Ha, ha! Funny little flower head!

Tom: Be nice.
Tom: The Australian exhibit has a bat house and an aquarium...
...more jellyfish...
...and someone's kid sat in the pansies!
D.H: Sheesh! Flowers.
Tom: Wrong again; more blooms...I'm thinking these are horse chestnut...anybody know for sure?
D.H: What the...this thing is blue!

Tom: A peacock; every zoo has these; we even have a white peacock...he's a sight!

D.H: Now can we go to the arcade?

Tom: How 'bout i buy you a Blizzard and a rubber snake?

D.H: Yea; I love the Zoo!

Hungering

Pleasant ignominies careen
otherworldly
My fingers prying, gorged
On cake plastered
With licentious overtones
A twitching eye peeking
From out iced eyebrows
Sugar softened stained teeth
Stupidly crooked grimace
Glutinate and grab at
Wedges and multicolored crumbs
Saturated obscenely brimming over in
Waves of pink and blue
Crunchy, smooth and bendy
A fancy lickable delight
Washed out and lacquered up
Handily bouncing wildly
To stir the froth
To stir the froth--
Digest that.

Theme Thursday : Swing !

Swing, swing, swing….
Agh,
Nausea, nauseas, dizzy, spinning…
Jump from the swing, land, roll,
Lay spread eagled
Like a defrocked Eskimo
In the throes of a snow angel.

photo: Briantmurphy on flickr

Tom & Dinosaur Hand....again?

Another Great Movie Review by Tom & Dinosaur Hand.


This week, UP . Dinosaur Hand : What? You go first.
Tom : Hi everyone, I’m Tom, this is Dinosaur Hand, and this week we went out to see the new Pixar movie, Up.
D.H : Yea, yea…this is a CARTOON. Give me a break. It’s a cartoon, Tom. Grow up!
Tom : I know that. But cartoons have come a long way, this isn’t Bugs Bunny…this Pixar movie is really well done and very funny and I just can’t believe the animation. Wow!
D.H : First off, it’s about an old man. Yawn. And a bunch of dogs. Yawn. And a stupid kid. Double yawn.
Tom : Sure, the main character was an old man…it chronicled his life from a young boy to this surly old guy…
D.H : Yawn. Did I mention the yawns?
Tom : And the young kid , adventure scout , was a little stupid, but he had a lot of heart! He was the movies conscience…the reason why the old man came around at the end.
D.H : wake me when you’re done. Isn’t there a Clint Eastwood marathon on today?
Tom : No, well maybe.
D.H : I did seriously enjoy the part where the kid died a horrible death.
Tom :What!? That never happened!
D.H : Really, I must have closed my eyes just before he didn’t die a horrible death …or maybe I dreamed it.
Tom :Dinosaur Hand, you really are an old grump.
D.H : Whatever…shut up and throw me the clicker.

Radi-Ants

From afar, crevice shunning
Radi-ants came &
Squeezed Concoction
,

A gooey banal malaise,
Best when oozed upon the dawn,
To form tilted sinkholes

that summon anything clumsy
Or round
To teeter and plummet

Over the shifting verge
Into a
Tenderizing cauldron

--
A brew stirred by
hyperbolic phalanxes.
This demon brew culled from

Eager parched bones
Mixed and aged
Siphoned and fed to

Fat grubs

--
Fat grubs that roll and
Sop up the brew

,
Grow and morph seamlessly
Into
Silent flutter/flumoxes

,
Gorging wingers who once
On far worlds
Dove and shat on

Pearl encrusted monoliths,
Massive carapaces heaved
Tilting

From broken crusts,
Engorged hives

--
Diamond hives layered,
Vomited against gravity to space

.
Brimming from pock holes
With ebony legged crustaceans
Busy at getting busy

Colonizing skyscrapers
From below, spreading tunneling
Like rhizomes

--
Shoots crisscrossing and bursting
Upward to shine,
Facets sharp to the sun

.
Yet again these grow, these
Perches to the flutter/flumoxes,
Depositories hardened against
The Elements

--
The pole-shifting
Atmosphere sucking

Cataclysmic Radi-ants;
Migrants off a dying star
Come to engineer a

Third planet
Conducive to Radi-ant purposes.
The lunar adulating star crawlers

,
Bulbous of body, pocked & shining
Their crescent faces,
Tilted nightly to the moon.

Thursday ! Again ? Time flies !

(or is it "fritter and waste the hours..." ?)
...have no time ; this was all i could put together ...

He followed the clean thread
Clear to the end
Closing gaps in curlycues
Thus stoking the gleaming
Lines to perpetuity,
Also too tweaking expendables
more the queue, plotting
His spare kickers in snippets
And leaving little to
The imagination.
At the finish he produced
A sharpened barb, the hook
He’d been dangling guardedly
Underfoot the kraken;
Curse the flaking rust
Once steel,
& a thread unraveled--
Here a blue dotted line crosses
Over a checked ampersand
Dispensing of one
Essential synonym
And the critics howl. Every
Total failure is
A retrospective
Genius and the winner
Lifts his leg to the vanquished.