when holded Earle a too large cup
of water heapied one inch up
drankied drankied Earle guzzler
and wetted chin and all his beard
slurping gulping could be heard
‘til emptied was the too full cup
and Earle’s hair grew ‘bout one inch up
Backyard dandelions
have parachuted upwards,
on heavenly breezes.
The mower gave them a kick-start,
then they ascended; some to tickle
ears and noses.
Ride along garden cowboy,
your straw fieldhands hat,
is full of sunny sweat.
Old black dog
long past its time,
jiggles its hairy hind -
a hot tamale wagging the sky.
Small town
brown rabbits scoot the air.
Honeybunch arrives with cold beer.
Soon the gas guzzler
will dawdle, decide to die happy,
its clattering engine
between khaki shorts
sputters
upon a stubby green.
Orbiting Sol
dandelion children
return
loaded with raindrops
to wet the whiskers
of a fat tabby cat.
Now where did lumpkins go?
Under the hedgerow
feline gums yawn wide.
“dreamer”
i’m a restless dream rustler
tryin’ to catch what i can’t keep
i’m a fine wine guzzler
who can’t seem to get no sleep
bases loaded and i’m pitchin’
i’m like the bases basically
when i awoke was in the kitchen
drinkin’ coffee in my sleep
i had a lifetime to be lonely
but i chose to keep your company
throw out a lifeline honey
i’m losing the grip on my sanity
I'm a restless dream rustler
Tryin to catch what I can't keep
I'm a fine wine guzzler
Who can't seem to get no sleep
Bases loaded and I'm pitchin
I'm like the bases basically
When I awoke was in the kitchen
Drinkin coffee in my sleep
I had a lifetime to be lonely
But I chose to keep your company
Throw out a lifeline honey
I'm losing the grip on my sanity
*lyrics written for the Denim Dirt Farmers
unpublished cassette: "A Lifetime" ©1996
A guzzler from Lollapalooza
just joined the parade - P. J. Sousa.
‘twixt his trombone and feet
he's a trifle off-beat
The cops coax him "off" to their cruiser.
July 2, 2019
Life's gaze guzzler
Drowning face deep in flaked soot
shines waxing crescent.
The tank's getting low
The needle's on 'E'
And I already owe
A gold mine to BP.
So I look at the prices
Anything under four bucks?
I'll be eating beans and rices
Because this gas guzzler sucks...
...My account dry and flaccid.
On the verge of poverty.
I'll need an antacid
'Cuz this gas is killing me.
I used to fill my tank with a fist full of ones
But now I have a choice between crying or writing puns.
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