please pass the peace be with you

I lie in response to a hiccup
and dally forthwith in advance
to proclaim:
Due to budget cuts
we've outsourced your birthday wishes
to the snailfairy
an external mythical being
out of the Polliwog Septum System,
where our galactic froth is merely
the mitochondrial remains of tensile giants.

Meantime, he who knows
will grant a lenience
for curses unclaimed and bonus points
to any ambushed in style.

The zinc syncopation
of lackadaisical neerdowells
and robot lights with tweezer aversions
now churn out frills & fleur de lis
punched up by pithy quips like
Happy Tuesday! and I swear, you glue me

Relax, take your shoes off, stay awhile....

my Toby, sawing logs...

it's a dog's life....

...and a cat's, too !!!

literally

i couldn't help myself--here's a quirky bit shot over to the 10th Daughter of Memory...please ignore it.


a-hah, take that my squirrel. And they all know my might; see my prowess in battle and how easily the enemy falls beneath my omnipotent fist of lordly power. Now my captains take me up upon their horses, and we gallop thusly. Here and there, back and forth we go on the steeds of glory. Oh, how the maidens do preen. See them my fine lads, how they eye their lord protector? Yes, yes, there are plenty for all--we shall have our fill.

Watch me now, from across the room, dressed in my finery for the ball, and I enter thrusting forth preceded by my great codpiece, tee hee. Listen to them titter. We will dance tonight; twirl and dip. Oh my, fair lady, how tall you are, I am enfolding you in my strong arms. I feel the crease of your waist, the curse of your wicked hip. Is it a sweetness that you peer at me from your golden crown, or the devil in you?

Together we float across the floor, over every obstacle we fly, together as one. We are a single entity in our grace of movement, you and I. Come with me, my love, and rendezvous!

And so we do, in this secluded wood. We meet and fall together; I take you in my arms and lean with you against this hardy oak. Oh yes, oh yes! We love, my love, as I kiss your tender face and we love so strongly that our thighs bleed with the intercourse!

"Henry! Pull your pants up!”

From over the fence, “Oh my, there's Imogene's witless son shagging the larch again.”
Sylvia puts on spectacles while sipping at her tiny teacup. “Good heavens. But he does have a spectacular fanny, doesn't he?”

com'n..not more dog v cat !!?

material goods

Medusa had stone beauty like a covered Flexon pan simmering gravy on the burner--
cracking eggs she whistled shrilly to curl bacon where it lay.
Today I will find a man she said to no one in particular.
Her potted plant though watered was a cactus and so drowned.
Intrepid Phil as he was known to no one in particular though he fancied himself as such
and so partied in the flat with Chewy his succulent and a cast of thousands,
ventured into the city on that fateful night and found her wearing a hat
like a paper sack upon another and to what purpose he wondered but little—not enough.
She was buying Flexon for her collection, and looking for a man; he was on a quest for life.
What's your sign, she asked. He said 'Faster” and what's yours? “I'm Medusa” I like you.
She bought a skillet and Phil bought lavender tea for brewing--
it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Her eyes were large and green as a banana, changing to yellow as they ripened;
the effect was stunning in a candle lit room, the scent of lavender wafting in the slow current
of Phil's apartment spinning the room in slow motion like a rooftop terrace on a lazy Susan.
She laid a proletarian ashtray upon her prostrate figure and Phil lit her cigarette
then stood with the Flexon and a box of nails to pound holes into his plaster walls.
For a while she stripped until her porcelain body resembled Venus in the corner with arms,
a smoldering butt nonchalant in repose igniting slightly an unfazed succulent.
Let this moment last forever, Phil said, as he hung his sock upon the final nail
and Medusa dropped her drapery onto a plinth inscribed as such:
apple thy eye doth fade in the lite of yonder meals, forsooth, bite me.
And as she doffed her headdress he wondered no more absorbing all her density
in a beauty bouquet of unmeasurable magnitude deep inside of his cellular being
and froze forever his eyes remembering always their final feast.
“Oh, he dinged my new Flexon.” Lifetime warranty, better than a man.

Monsters--Naturally!

Toby Won Kenobi, ala pooka bear, aka Cocoa Puff, Duke of Fur, el Doggo--dearest little monster Toby.

so, it's the season for creepiness....

saddle up cowboys--let's go on a Zombie Hunt ! Knot now!

gluttony; one of the 7 deadly sins

who makes those creepy noises deep in the woods?

truth #1

They made a statue of us
well OK, of you...
but I stacked shells in the foreground.
Once we lay on the beach,
talked of dark matter
dripping like watercolor stripes from a zebra's flank--
it's not that far from the truth.
Yeah, what's truth anyway?
It was no secret that morning
the waves spelled truth out in bold type
as the surf rolled up onto our sandy toes;
love is truth
roll in the truth
let the grit of the truth impede your bodies
feel it invade your hair
your pores
your soul.
Writhe in truth,
leave your imprint of love
an impression
a vague impermanence.
They made a statue of us
but the tide erased our truths tonight.