anthropomorphic animals

four legs four legs on the ground
untainted smooth
inertia bound

there it hides
its hiding there
safe from them
there is nowhere
go stop run
run stop go
from flesh, that flesh
that’s white as snow

must cut away her utility…

when it goes
where it stops
gets trampled underfoot
route unnamed
smudged by earth
man’s untimely soot

must appreciate his underbelly…

polluted vagaries
nest, pack, herd,
colony, turmoil
gaggled words
shrewdness,
heard
the silent sound
tribe, cackle, richness
boom band bound

must reexamine my duel motives…

pride and mob, school and pod
pride and school emergent mob
efforting while in sexual season
sucking up to tainted treason

dissonance parleys the uninformed
murdered the goddamn unicorns
call and alarm all shadows here
their fur hides hide our naked fear
no more, no more, I beg no more
uncork the apple from the boar
knocking, crippling, maturing hell
alarm a shadow, crack the bell

oh, Theodor please help me…

up it stands
on his hands
she be down
on the ground
all replete
on 2 feet
no longer
balking
they are walking
no more
walking
they are talking
walking
talking
when it goes
where it stops
no one knows
oh, but I do

polluted hearts
dirty forms
chatting animals
form the norm

it is never too late, darling…

four legs four legs on the ground
only two now make a sound
earth burnt souls melt in the fold
low bones whisper words foretold…

Interred/change
I couldn’t admit how I adored you
my dead heart must now implore you
so simple back then, my oh my
my Theodor’s eyes in absentia cry
skull-homageI generally don’t attempt rhyme but something grabbed hold of me this morning (perhaps a sprite from last night😉), Animal Farm on the brain while reading youngster Rimbaud’s pain (I admit sadly for the first time)…

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gently now

humble citizens eternally petrified 
warm mammoths ice entombed
broken vessels anchored deep
hard lessons in dying
peaceful silence

go gently now
gently

stallion skeleton

the old pyramid trick…inverted word triangle pointing to nowhere, or is it nowhere?
my, my, my crazy WP day with media snafus, love technology when it works:) though I must say the WP gremlins were fabulously helpful

heaven or hell

it’s probably a big mistake to be pressing these keys right now
there are so many things pressing inside my chest
is it possible to come out of this
as one person with one dream
when everything leading up to the dream is fantasy
the impressionists began as an anonymous group
maybe I could be unknown
a founding member of the “what the hell” group
we could laugh and never care
about anything until we have to
and at that point we’d only need worry about two options
no more than that
heaven or hell
I’d simply select
which ever one has the best wine list
and maybe a tattoo parlor

Angel Cone

the dream disciples

Dear God, I’m trying to dream
but I’m going to Hell for my thoughts

grounded hopes I kill
sacrifice them off the ledge of my laptop

chanting, yes plenty
the dream disciples sing out in wet tongues

the roar of their licking fires
do not unnerve them

they believe in faith
I have no faith in believing

anything too hot
reduces me to confessional tears

so I continue slaying my desires
upon the concrete foundation of this place

where I’m conveniently
closer to Hell by thirteen carpeted steps

little diablo

little diablo

God Lamp

We are vessels
that’s what I remember
plaid hemline
across my rounded kneecaps
Vessels
like Aladdin’s lamp
I rub my hands together
hoping my genie
manifests through my fingertips
A spirit so powerful
she can reach up to God
and whisper in the Almighty ear
we need help down here
My wish
My prayer
God reveal yourself
in any form you fancy
for all the world to witness
Beneath whatever language
or symbols
or beliefs
we’ve scrawled
upon your entrance
You are
despite appearances
beneath the hype
one mutual voice
with a few simple requests
of mankind–
Kindness
Love
and
Peace on Earth

Rudolph Hug

Rudolph Hug

 

Monstrous Blanket Piles

Well, my friends-
It is Thanksgivingpalooza again…
Boatloads of Italians will begin arriving at my door tomorrow.
The crowd will blossom to 25+ for Thanksgiving then I will have 21 lovely people sleeping under my roof…
Needless to say, my laptop will most likely be lost beneath monstrous blanket piles.
For those who celebrate, I wish you a warm and wondrous holiday. For those who don’t, I wish you lovely days ahead.
If I recover both my laptop and my sanity, I’ll return after a short regroup. 🙂
Thank you.

In the words of my friend, Simon Tocclo of Liberian Me
PEACE, LOVE AND LIGHT
am:)

Squanto

Behind many holiday histories, both good and bad events exist. When we celebrate, let’s not forget to honor the memories of those who lived through one side or the other.

Squanto art previously published

billowy tail

this morning, my friend
I thought I heard you
thumping the stairs
more excited for my arrival
than old socks
warm from the dryer
I expected to see you there
a big smile for me
and the new day
rays of sun
reaching with tender heat
my friend
I must remember not to gaze down
to the bottom step
every sunup
the thumps I hear
are not yours
but my heart
stuck in sad echo
still missing you
so I must work harder
at remembering to look up
to find your smile there
 in a billowy cloud
the one with a thumping tail
ROcky and Mojo head tilt

leonada’s missing earring

she worried about perfection
ha, worry
nearly she was
face, figure
form, function
she appreciated the way men’s eyes melted into her mocha skin
women, well they frowned
she was too much
they didn’t have enough of what she had
everything was together for her
for leonada
until the morning she woke
and discovered
an earring missing
the pair had been carved from ancient volcanic rock
blessed by a miraculous shaman, now gone from this world
the earrings were light and
in their lightness
embodied spirituality to leonada
no one else ever moved in this close to her satin mocha
no one
just these earrings

now one was not a pair
and leonada’s underground eyes never welled
until this day
but only for a short while
she gazed long into her long mirror
then in one sweep – a seagull wing breezing the ocean
she hung the blessed earring to her lobe
her dark stallion hair tamed into a hoop of matching size
she turned away from her long reflection
and swayed out the door into the day
a small smile unfurling at the edges of her full lips

I woke with eyes blurry
window shades drawn
my bedroom black though the sun was rising
I smiled at the little glowing lights in my room
one each from the clock radio, the DVD player, the smoke detector
I imagined them
bright stars in a magical night sky
that’s what leonada
would have seen
I too, began my morning with a blessed smile
Leonada
and this, Leonada ends my subbing fashion sketches – thank you
may your day begin with a small smile

digging deep

Often times we strive for deeper meaning
exchanging heartbeats for assurances
in our relationships
in our careers

in our beds
in our thoughts
in our art
in our spirituality

often times we must content ourselves with just scratching the surface
realizing the deeper we dig
the more heartbeats flutter away
and

the less light we see from above
lashestake for example this character, not sure where she came from and didn’t think about it while creating her yesterday…