Long Taxidermist Poems

"The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few,
both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement"

Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate,
suddenly came upon an ivy-covered studio shed
tucked away amongst foliage near Perkiomen Creek,
apparently...

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A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, 
and unwittingly script vitality
and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and ninety seven years, 
and nine months after February third 1621,
yet...

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You a ferrous metal and I a magnet
Drawn to you by design,
Yet sin degrades all
With it’s terror and it’s squall.

On my worst days
When I listen to the liar
Saying “It’s okay its natural
Like breathing
Or seething.”

Desires denied
Sorrows...

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Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification 
   not emphasized the other three hundred and sixty four days a year
question their role as consumed end product of taxidermist, 
   gnome hatter clucks...

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Thanksgiving gobbledygook

The following anecdote baste
upon overactive imagination of mine
in sync with being married
and monogamously living socially chaste
life as a scrupulous anchorite,
whose weather beaten corporeal flesh
plus sabotaged, riddled,
and tuckered psyche effaced
after becoming adequately stuffed,
this turkey (in...

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Mother would patschke
early that day in the kitchen,
and recruit any guest, who
blindly ambled thru front door
suddenly trapped unwittingly
squarely (triangulated) into kitchen
forcibly impressed to help

set up buffet tables
and/or given carte blanche to prepare
some mysterious dish,
(a hodgepodge...

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It was on one Tuesday arvo shopping at the hardware store,
When I noticed Vicar Prendegast come walking through the door,
He walked up to the counter with a strained look on his face,
I could see that...

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The esteemed guests streamed into the candle lit
Foyer and dissolved into a sea of idle courtly ritual,
Landowners, majors, magistrates, slender maidens 
And fair matrons all slithered into the modestly gilded hall so
Discreetly adorned by understated...

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Clean out that garage, said my wife
Cause we're gonna have ourselves a sale
The baseball game had been rained out
So I thought I'd might as well

I found my very first set of golf clubs
I swung them...

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Welcome to this "risk"-taking game of "life."
Choose a blue companion peg, or snag a pink wife,
or ride "solitaire" through this "scrabble"d "mousetrap,"
or add so many kids that they stack on your lap.

Enjoy the terrible twos...

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The dead roach with its upended crinkly legs
has been lying in the windowsill for at least four weeks.
I would get rid of it, except...
nothing has amused me for years half as much
as people's horrified reactions...

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~Taxidermist~
Dear little blue bird sitting on the mat
Please don’t poop on it because it isn’t tat.

That’s it, sit on the bird bath there on the rim
You look a fine little chap sitting there so trim.

I...

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We dance to the bohemian sixties, wild and free
Sang out the teased up high hair trio of three
We call it the triple cat do, the triple cat do.
Stand back as we meow and mew all...

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Sooner or later, aging betrays us
and vanity, supposedly, saves us.
Men included but women especially
fall prey to its superficiality
with measures used no better than
the least skilled mortician,
and the end results are about
as good as any corpse...

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Teddy Bear - Strange Love 

Our new neighbors have guns and drugs
They call me Teddy
Silly!....my toy is Teddy…. Teddy Bear
They must be crazy
I love my little bear
We’re happy happy happy skipping down the street!
One day...

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PANED REFLECTIONS

Here lies the glazier, Peter Lee
His wife is shattered, naturally!


LAST NIGHTS ON THE TILES

Alas poor Joe, I knew him well
He fixed my roof before he fell!


SNAKE IN THE GRASS

Here lie the bones of Jones...

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