Those with a culinary masterplan
Know go for neon glow talisman
Spick & span with fancy dan elan
Wooing doing the cooing can-can
Riot on a diet expands my lifespan
Wrinkle free wry mystery Peter Pan
Doorman to sly new world deadpan
For sushi like John Belushi a madman
Oodles of noodles like silky doodles
Caveman craved calming ramen amen
In a hurry then lasso a curry.. yep Katsu
From svelte purveyor and belt conveyor
Time to have a durry in the rusty daihatsu
Beg for an egg sandwich from heaven
Palette parsons from Lawsons not 7/11
Stricken saved by nori or yakitori chicken
Remembers glory of flaming embers story
Or ditty of look at me too pretty sashimi
Detect such respect in every single aspect
Mingle & scan no defect full effect scran
No also ran but our number one suspect
Wasabi touch of ginger..trusty kemo sabe
Culture protect am a fan can only be Japan
There is a thin line between the laugh and the cry.
The laugh is often perfected by one who has silenced her crying.
The laugh is sometimes a ruse, a ready weapon to camouflage pain.
When the laugh is hearty, loud, disturbing even, it can be masking a horror.
Do not be fooled by the laughing; these people are often hurting more than any of the others.
Get to know them. Ask “how are you really feeling?”
Do not be surprised if they laugh, pooh-poohing you.
If you persist they may tell you that they do not have any emotions.
Many children raised in the “olden days” were never allowed to have them.
Feelings were shut off in childhood, by parents who could only accept the laughing.
Sometimes the best clowns, the ones who keep us in constant stitches
Are doing so, to keep themselves from throwing a rope over a rafter.
Sometimes they break down, finally, and jump out the eighteen floor window.
Do not be fooled by the laughing.
It can be even more disturbing
Than a perpetual pouty face,
Or an angry arm-crossed bully-ish attitude.
Be aware of the laughing.
It is often a mask to cover the worst pain.
Robin Williams and John Belushi knew this.
I loved him
His life of little waste
His respect for the economy of every situation
His responsiveness to every thought
His energy
His selfless love
This agape so rare now
This giving of himself to others
This giving at his own expense
This giving of this thing
That is him
In January
He made the cover of Rolling Stone.
I had thumb-tacked it
To my living room wall
Just to the right
And a little below
My Michelangelo self-portrait print.
Not knowing
The April issue
Of the same magazine
Would cover itself
With him, his death,
Not thinking
Not even thinking
Such a thing
Could ever happen
And so sorry it did
Though not shocked,
Not even really surprised
And oddly
Seeing something wonderful in it
Because it made me cry
Tears of depthless feeling
Tears that always make me feel good
Chris Farley's idol was John Belushi
and Chris Farley assimilated John Belushi to a tee.
His very fast lifestyle, his overindulgence of drugs and alcohol
but he also assimilated John Belushi's comedy best of all.
Both have made me laugh so hard that I couldn't catch my breath.
Such a shame that Chris Farley also assimilated John Belushi's death.
I recall in my youth when Lenny Bruce was my idol.
I hope I don't assimilate his death and be found dead on my bathroom tile.
The truth in SPADE
Inviting to get LAID
Gabbing on-line
Many options to be WEIGHED
Is she(or a He) RIPE-
to be just my sort of TYPE?
Old enough for a MAN-
to get it on in my Chevy VAN?
Never really FOOLED
Since the pocket protector always RULED
New at the chat LINE
Looking for over twenty
Greet 'em with a pick-me-up
"Say..you're lookin' FINE!"
Hate comin'on STRONG
to a Honey in her THONG
Maybe by sweet singin'
a Paul Anka kinda SONG
If she don't like mushy
I'll become John BELUSHI
by Beltin' the blues
In my Blue Suede SHOES
But then AGAIN
Age ain't my FRIEND
Guess I'm DUCKING a -UCKING
Aren't you glad this is the END?
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