her professor

based in truth

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puppet masters

pear fingersit was a view with a room
a little bed for big people
we went in through an out door
our naked clothing
did nothing to conceal the thread of lies
weaving our blackout curtains
we weren’t supposed to be on stage
(oh)
a fortune cookie approved this union
it was all the validation two horny people needed
it began that way
for us
(lust) no intent of love
it was Paris
(not really)
we didn’t make it there
barely afforded the motel rooms
with bad prints of old fruit
acting French
or at least kissing that way
the only way lovers should kiss
is what got us into trouble
our wet mouths
proffered up Paris
(and trouble)
the kissing was sublime
better than eating Chinese noodles off each other
(we)
fell into the rice vat, lid shut
a bottomless pressure cooker
we required many strings
enough to fabricate thick blackout curtains
more to manipulate the fingered dowels
forcing our daytime mouths into slick sentences
we desperately needed to create a successful act
on this plastic puppeteer stage of ours

Mildred and Oliver

Mildred: Did you see my glasses?

Oliver: You’re wearing them, dear

Mildred: Oliver, did you happen to see where I put my house keys?

Oliver: They’re in your coat pocket

Mildred: (Searches jacket hanging on chair) They’re not in here

Oliver: That’s my jacket, dear.

Mildred: Oh. (Checks coat hanging in nearby closet and finds her keys) Did you bring the mail in?

Oliver: No dear. You did this morning. It’s on the kitchen counter

Mildred: (Looks on kitchen counter) It’s not here, Oliver

Oliver: Yes, it is dear. Folded inside the newspaper you also brought in

Mildred: Good, (she adjusts her glasses) now I can read it

Oliver: Did you happen to take the dog out when you got the mail and paper this morning

Mildred: We have a dog?

Oliver: (shocked expression) What! Are you serious?

Mildred: (chuckling through her reply) Never. It’s why I’m still happy. And yes, I walked Bumpus this morning

Oliver: I love you

Mildred: I know

Oliver: And don’t you ever forget it!

Mildred: I won’t

Oliver: Good

Mildred: You won’t let me (chuckles again)

Purfeath

Purfeath

art flown in before

Send Out a Clown

My Friends,
I’ve been ‘monstering’ day and night. I have only monster art right now and I don’t want to scare too many people all at once. So I was thinking: What’s less frightening than scaly hominids and gooey-mouthed creatures? Of course, the answer was as plain as the once-broken nose on my face!

My next thought was more of seeking out an appropriate image for this post with my less frightening theme in mind. It was then I remembered. Long ago, when I was at Prentice Hall there was a very exciting day. It was the day we received the Adobe Creative Suite. Well, I went to town and started playing around, learning enough to be dangerous.

I present to you my first and only glib stab at a political poster. Insert politician’s name of your choice. And, for those of you that graciously stop by my blogcabin – this is as political as I’ll ever get. Most days I try to keep anntogether a fun place to visit, where one can rest their feet and warmly chuckle.
send out clownThank you. May you dream of living free and having enough savings to enjoy your freedom.
Poster copy inspired by Stephen Sondheim’s lyrics, Send In the Clowns.