Poems

Greet now the new day

Find peace in the dawn

Thank each lucky star

Before you are gone

Dawn hath cracked and our day 'tis on!

all my memory lurks o'er the misty fog

I'll do what's right as the Buddhas said,

read Psychology books inside my head

Being young is far from perfect

Fast-tracking from the showroom floor

Hanging on might not be worth it

But most old clunkers go for more

I'm hearing the cadence, 'tis here in my brains,

I'm awed and inspired by such a lovely refrain

but out in the world, rhythms lone in my head,

the ode sounds clunky when abnormally read

Please look at our Earth from the moon, you'll see,

one mighty Homo-sapiens beneath an Acacia tree

if you'll look more closely, you'll know that 'tis me

Oh no not him my dears he's the tall, dumb giraffe,

I'm the one on the left, but I'll forgive stupid gaffes

as King of this Earth I wield huge, egotistical staff

so please listen my dears to evil's diabolical laugh

When the truth comes out

When the truth is clear

When the truth runs deep

Like a grateful tear

When the truth comes clean

When the truth is free

When the truth lights up

Like a Christmas tree

When the truth comes off

When the truth is here

When the truth bursts forth

Like a bullish cheer

I'm sadly caged up

Collared and wimpy

Nowheresville leashed

Mouth balled and gimpy

I'm badly worn out

Prostate and tethered

Chopped livered flesh

Tarred up and feathered

I abducted the goon, and took him to my mountain retreat

surrounding the thug in soundproof basement's bear cage

turned off the heat and doused Jim with ice-bucket water,

continue non-stop, day and night until the gangster broke

lil Tat screams of his torturous cold and begs me to cease!

Yes we end, my friend

Sad admonishment

One last conking out

In astonishment

I've been to our moon in totaling up miles,

visited country, sharing each lovely smile

I've done a lot but in my foresight can see,

now, here 'tis the day of the ending of me!

I dream immortality, fantasize being God,

yet the cow left the barn, horses are shod

I ponder the ether, ask, "how can this be?"

here now 'tis the day of the ending of me!

Our daddy made us

Reared in a big fuss

Ready to rumble

Shock value galore

His genes are in us

Raised to a nonplus

Ripe for the picking

Jaws dropped to the floor

Oh yeah I'm a mama's boy, there's no getting away from that

if ever I've had friendship, 'twas lost just like sinking my hat

Hell yes I'm mama's boy, very insecurely removed from hips

whenever I got a girlfriend, nut suspicion brought me to quit