Long Puffer Poems

Can I go to the bathroom? This place is full of jackasses. This place is full of jackasses jerking each other off. This place is full of ignorant, parochial, zit-sucking jackasses undeserving of their place...

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Pixie within the pink
let me swirl your tyranny into the high-octaved melody of my earliest endurance
Right as the clock ticked to six, the creaking sound of my mother’s war cry made me bury myself under...

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Like a small flowing stream, down my cheek. A little stream that is full of great big emotions. Spilling everywhere. Like a leaky faucet, that only continues to drip. Almost seems to be a never-ending...

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Warlords love the crack cackling sound ...
faint vapors smelled worldwide, 
when twine toking on the choking peace pipe

Lying lips huffing and puffing,
blowing smoke out the barrel rear end

Frontal sphincter holes
open and close ... 
Pre-negotiated spoils...

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I went out with my dad today, to swim beneath the sea.
He took me by the hand and said ‘just stay right next to me’.

We stepped out to the water and we swam out on...

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What have you done, for you look like a perch?
On Botox you should've done some research
I won't sugarcoat it
You look very bloated
Your face is engorged, and some will besmirch

Resembling a puffer with puckered lips
I wanna...

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"Be unfazed before obstacles. Though there are crushing walls and boundaries, set no limit, but walk-through”
                   ...

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Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh, my.
Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh why?
Lions and Tigers and Bears are not really all that scary to me,
When we read the facts about other animals in tropical forests,...

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Grampa?

It’s a question usually posed with an inquisitive frown
On an angelic face with large, limpid eyes
And whatever I’m doing, I stop and put down
Peer sagely over bifocals and look grandfatherly wise

“Can you fix this grampa,”...

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Her golden hair and gimlet eyes
Caught me completely by surprise.
With her I felt virile and strong                   ...

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My pearl 
In front of me; 
Sparkling 
Shining 
And fragile; 
A young pearl indeed. 
My only treasure 
I have in this world 
Beside my true self 

In a second, 
It fell 
In the Deepest water;...

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Dripping onto roses her mind is clearly on her wedding day
Lying on a bed of nothing her heart wants to be carried quite away
We cannot reach her now for she is in the throes of...

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Offerings all-inclusively controlled,

  consummating thirst's affectations

   eliciting truth's darkly responsive swallow

        of pretenses pseudo-poetic poison,

          ...

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Winter Baby, Blues

Oh baby you left your boots in Asheville where you 
didn’t even get to hike the Blue Ridges before the new 
year turned over hittin the drafty door just Iike
 
all the resolutions...

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they supped on Bjurholm
drank Kumis
dined on haggis
and rubbed down
with sassafras oil

some made dessert from ackee fruit
and had puffer fish and shark fin soup
what word of satan they spoke
that they are evil and vain
there vanities covered...

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Go away, Today,
You have overstayed your stay.
You think you're tough,
We've had enough it's been rough,
It's time to go.
Go now,
We can't allow
This bedlam to last,
You've had your day,
Just vanish, we say
Be a memory of our past.
Shove...

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People often get stuck on what to call their fish
and in many cases come up with ridiculous things.
They imagine some kind of greatness, attached to
naming,  and they name them Moby, or Jaws, or ...

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An advent of raptors haunts the scant gray woods
or loiters over mall roofs.
We wake to their screams as if this were high sierra,
not Ohio where parents try-out or manage children,
open party stores, hunker through the...

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An advent of raptors loiters over mall roofs.
hooded eyes scope the neon-lit spaces,
the concreted waste lands.

We wake to their screams as if this were High Sierra,
not Ohio where parent’s try-out or manage children,
open party stores,...

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Winter roars back,
May slips from view,
April has lost its anchor
in these storm tossed sky’s. 
Songbirds scrabble under
canopies still too thin
for cover.

None look up but huddle
in puffer jackets recently stowed.
It snowed all day,
now the wind is...

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November is a thin needle under the shortest rib,
often it slips past your moat, your portcullis,
your castle walls unnoticed.
The fire in your kitchen splutters
and the wood is too wet to rekindle it.
Only then do you...

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*Image of Kamo Tree Lined River by Wik.

being ku in japan - nk

the orient
japanese
rice ferment
one *sake please
mount fuji's
most awesome
kamo tree's
cherry blossom

ruled by the chrysanthemum throne
home to unique unknown
poisonous puffer fish
delicacy fugu
macaque takes from your dish
the...

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Down the pike, seasonal traps,
and festive lures trundle in,
weave ways through orange barrels,
past Red Lobster’s neon’s
a surf and turf backwash of traffic.
Pumpkins drop dead gradually.

Bedside Halloween costumes,
seams worn to a frazzle, no longer dazzle. ...

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There’s a fish that lives inside my head,
The bigger he grows the more he gets fed.
 
And when anglers come to take a look,
They dangle their worms on a fishing hook.
 
Or they toss him...

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Faces are getting longer,
despite the rosy, wind-scrubbed cheeks
a dripping daylight has lost its flavor.

Tepid Malls un-freeze the warm-blooded,
except for the usual geese in the parking lot
who’ve lost all willpower to migrate.

Murky puddles block-up public restrooms,
clog...

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