Long Goo Poems
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The smeary fingers,
Left unwashed.
Leave prints,
All over the gloss.
On bright metal handles,
Drawers semi closed.
Up and down walls,
Even on a nose.
Momma said, "Wash your hands!
Your fingerprints,
Are all over my things, I think.
Makes the ins and outs of kitchens,
Grimy with goo!"
Not realizing of what she spoke,
Continuing on with grimy fingers.
The day caught up with me
And my nose!
My hands got stuck,
To my nose!
Rolling about on the floor,
I began to roar.
"I don't want to walk on my knees.
Or shuffle on my toes.
Please help me get unstuck,
From my nose!"
Momma just smiled.
Took a hot wet cloth,
Got me unstuck from my nose.
Stretched me out and washed me from head to toes.
Now I wash my hands.
Many times, a day.
Make many bubbles,
Put them in my hair.
Momma just sighs, "Try not to get soap in your eyes."
Spice doesn’t Like me Anymore
David J Walker
Spice doesn’t like me anymore
A taco would be nice
With a little Spanish rice but
Spice doesn’t like me anymore
Some frijoles with grated
cheddar cheese
would be fine but let me
add please,
leave off the jalapeno
cause its just No Bueno
Spice doesn’t like me any more
At one time I could eat it with ease
But now not even Chinese
That Goo goo Guy Pan is for a
Younger man
Cause Spice doesn’t like me anymore
So what am I supposed to eat
That doesn’t have just a little heat
There are very few dips
As good as Salsa and Chips
Too bad
Cause Spice isn’t nice
And nothing will suffice
And it’s hard to think twice
About paying the price
For guacamole with chipotle
Once more
But Spice doesn’t like me
Anymore
Impossible mission for yours truly,
sans this dada to validate
those two most significant mentors,
no paternal biased trait,
(who I helped beget) enroute to great
adventures toward enormously
enviously exciting destinations,
thus birth father doth ululate
eternal burning tears boding
indefinite fare thee well,
cuz propensity to
become autonomous innate
within each body electric,
and offload emotional freight
unnervingly, unscrupulously, unwittingly...
within impressionable off
us spring psychs did create,
(especially thine eldest)
perceived intentionally deliberate
indelible, unbearable, undeniable,
unforgettable, unlearnable, unpardonable,
untenably insufferable state
psychological crimes, misdemeanors,
and punishments who bore brunt
regarding mine cratered distrait
parental moon unit gravitational pull
thus itching to break free
and cleared eighteenth circuit atop oblate
spheroid around nearest star
December twenty second, sans
(bench marked circa 1996), her birthdate
I unknowingly long fostered
execrable despicableness and did generate
antipathy, loathsomeness, vileness...
ripe opportunity she hightailed out our
reprehensible company she did hate
despising dirt poor existence portrait-
quick to compare/contrast our pennilessness
with rich Mainliners, where dire strait,
i.e. particularly financial since household
income equaled zilch figuratively
queued, hexed, aligned... with eight
ball, cuz we wanted progeny late
in life, despite afflictions
with mental illness
additionally unkempt, unsightly, untidy,
where chaos and entropy did administrate
residence discouraged "star student,"
nee repulsed offering extending
invites to any chummy classmate,
plus inapropos behavior,
I exhibited oblivious impact
analogous bing saddled to heavyweight
see millstone upon first born psyche
even now, she smolders
thus doth dissociate
with this "sir" and missus,
oh yes...much more aye could narrate!
I called me a worm.
A caterpillar.
I told me to molt.
Become someone different,
And unfamiliar.
Wrapped in a cocoon,
And turned into goo.
In a stage of growth,
And that can hurt the most,
But I’ll pry myself out.
Im something strange,
Something changed,
Less deranged,
But similar.
Still I just feel like goo.
A froglet to frog,
Larva to pupa,
Tadpole to toad.
Even termites show growth.
One day,
I’ll be fully grown.
So I’ll spread my wings,
Not,
Because I told me to.
Not,
Because I said I should.
Not,
Because I said I would.
But,
Because I’m ready to be shown.
For now though,
For now,
I have no issue,
Being goo.
I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you
We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit too surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill
We moved past a four-man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky
A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street
She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end, you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...
R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80
I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you
We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill
We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky
A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street
She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...
R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80
She threw the best birthday party at eighty-three.
With a hip hip hooray and a whimsical whee…
We could barely get tickets, everyone was there.
She was dancing the watusi in her pink underwear.
Don’t sweat the small stuff, she said, girly girl!
Her hair was dampish, and her legs were a swirl.
Aren’t you afraid you will overdo? I asked Goo.
She laughed until her neck almost broke in two.
I jumped into the fray and danced with two old men.
She is really something! Said the old one, named Hem.
I have known her since elementary, and she is a peach!
I did not have to tell him she was way out of his reach.
TEDDY AND I
Teddy is my childhood cuddly toy,
Who brought me a lifetime of joy,
He listened to all my baby cries,
Biding his time to reveal
His surprise!
I sucked on his ear,
Had a regular chew,
Whilst I spoke to him in
Gobbly goo!
One day I dropped him,
Ouch, he cried,
Don’t do that again
If you do not mind!
When he spoke I got such a fright,
I screamed with all my might
I was two,
Teddy too!
But intrigued, so poked him here,
And there,
Hey Teddy said, that tickles,
Which gave me
Unstoppable giggles!
We decided no one must know,
Hush he said, not to a soul!
Teddy as he grew older, look bruised
And battered, for which
He was well excused.
He’d lost his one eye so he
Couldn’t well see,
And always stayed,
Very close to me.
His arms and legs
Had drooped,
If he stayed up too late,
He was pooped.
On my 50th birthday,
He was fifty too,
A life led by teddy,
Perhaps lived by few,
He had been loved all
Of his life so much,
But his fluff has now become
Less, due to every hug, and
Cuddly clutch!
He’s still with us up to this day,
But is grumpy and will glare,
Jealous of hubby, a stare
Out, between human and bear!
the World divided
Sharp as Pins
Soft as Pulp
I wondered
which am I
the drunk at the far-end barstool
jawline submerged in stale foam
a man dissolving
bubble by bubble
Prickles
they parse me
with laws & Edges
promise Order
leave me peeled raw
flensed
a Skeleton
in Glass
Goo
crawls in
through visceral vein-scrawls
fever-sluiced
laughter souring
in the wake of a Lover misplaced
her musk lingering
like Smoke
lifting
then falling
in a house
where paint scales drop
across abandoned Rooms
the whiskey absconds
the moon dangles skewed
a nickel flung
above pavement
over a Lot
that doesn’t give a damn
Then
a Voice
half-Jester
half-Prophet
half-something that knows me too well
leans from gutterlight
and scoffs
Prickles-as-Penance
Goo-as-Grief
the Joke that scolds
the Truth that congeals
I rasp at the riddle
wedged between
Thorn & Undercurrent
Scar & Canticle
Logic & Mucus
a Body mid-rebuttal
against its own
Who am I
So I scribble
fist quaking
on the back of a losing Lottery Ticket
a glyph branded
a verdict spat
through broken mouth
a last gut burst
Love denied
Patriotic Americans are disgusted with Trump news every morn,
all shaking their heads in disbelief at the prick who is a thorn.
With such an arrogant mien, his character is one of a pooh bah.
Always thinking he's above the law, as if he's king or maharaja.
Ridiculous is the new mantra that might be his campaign slogan.
It's just asinine and imbecilic. That's the opinion of Jenna Logan.
It sounds just like baby gibberish when he cries out, "MAGAGA!"
With Putin and Kim Jong Un as friends, who's next, the Hezbollah?
Melania read her script then returned to the annals of obscurity,
saying her hubby will lead America "by love, peace and security."
Lying words, she was commanded to read raised a few eyebrows.
I wonder what price she'd pay if to his agenda she'd not espouse.
It was reported that she swore and cursed using the "F" word
when asked about Christmas decorations, and was overheard
saying she didn't care at all about Christmas, and she was tired
of having to do things in the White House that were required.
One reporter said Trump's MAGAGA sounds like baby babble.
It'll become the new battle cry of his crowd, the motley rabble.
Their banner should be emblazoned with a snotty nosed child
throwing a tantrum, out of control and his anger running wild.
I know this post will not be met with agreement by some of you.
That's perfectly ok because you have the right to an opinion, too.
You can bash Joe Biden when on words and steps he may stumble
but as America's President, I fear Trump will once again fumble.
Can anyone be so blind not to see, by taking an honest reflection,
that he directed a mob to commit treason and an insurrection?
What hold does this immoral sleaze have over far too many?
With eyes open to reality, you'd see his dysfunctions are plenty.
I've never been a Democrat, nor a believer in the Republican ilk,
but I think Trump is a miscreant who'll keep taking all he can milk
from a country deserving to be held in high esteem and dignity.
But four more years of DJT will end in chaos from his malignity.