sun stretches its hands
over our grand carnival
of withering grass
There is a party of love and everyone is invited
It’s an open kind of affair,
Come as you are, stay as long as you like.
And while it’s being sponsored by their parents
It’s really a party of the young.
The beauty of it though
Is that this younger generation
With its open, welcoming and civil vibe
Is setting the tone for the rest of this century.
This is the dawning of the Golden Age
Of peace and prosperity
Older people speak of
But which, of course, has to come from the younger.
Right now they are called Gen Z,
But eventually they will be remembered
As Generation MAGA.
(9/12/25)
There is a party of hate and you are invited
If fact it’s an open invitation
But everyone seems to leaving
Everyone that is tired of hate and death.
The party of hate meanwhile
Revels in the death of others
The death of their own
And the death of those to come.
It makes up policies like soft on crime
And defund the police
Which only leads to more death
Especially of children and minorities,
But that is what the party wants
To further its goal of systemic victimhood.
These are modern day sacrifices
To the gods of change
Made with hate in their heart
But fear in their mind,
Fear that they may be wrong,
May have it all wrong
That hate and death is better than love and life.
Of course they are wrong
And they know this
Because as long as they are alive
There is still a seed of love in their heart.
(9/12/25)
Guest at sunday tea party
niece serves invisible tea in tiny cups
offering easy bake oven treats
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Double-dutch ropes slap the sidewalk -
snap - snap - snap -
braids whip air,
girls jump in, counting
uno, dos, three,
feet flick like drumsticks.
The ice cream truck jingles off-key,
icy lady shakes paper cups,
piragua man shaves ice into snow -
his knife scraping the block awake.
Pastelillos pop in hot oil -
spit, sizzle -
plastic cups clink with rum and cola,
congas crack, maracas shake salt in the air,
horns blare like chisme in heat.
Heels click-clack over concrete -
punctuating each spin,
each swirl of hips.
Whistles split the air -
one from the lifeguard at Jefferson,
two from the men on the corner,
three from abuela
when the coals are hot.
Somebody throws meat on the grill -
ssszzzz -
smoke climbs windows,
neighbors bring foil trays -
yellow rice, ribs, roasted corn -
each dish a downbeat.
Kids yell cannonball,
water smacks back,
lifeguard’s whistle cuts through splash.
Old heads tap dominoes on tabletops -
crack, slap, smack -
hands older than the stoops they sit on.
The block fills itself
the way music fills a drum -
the street hums under bare feet.
Tonight,
the moon will smell like charcoal
and sweet ice.
Party Animal
I see you
Walking through that door
Standing on two feet
When you should be on four
I see you
Right through your disguise
Every word from your mouth
Nothing more than lies
I see you
Grinning from ear to ear
Won’t be long now
Until fangs and claws appear
I see you
Such a big talker
But you dont fool me
I know you skin walker
Hard work…boss a jerk,
took credit…for your work.
best friend…blew you off,
still has…your favorite top,
Traffic…had you late
for your…diner date,
the stress…has you mean,
get to…blow of steam.
Girl put on your best,
I’m coming to get you,
better than the rest,
Friday night, I‘d never forget you.
Friends with…benefits,
but we’re…more than this,
I hate…when you’re down,
a break…you’re allowed.
We’ll dance…to the dawn,
forget…the weekend long,
show you…I can stay,
and love…you this way.
Girl put on your best,
I’m coming to get you,
better than the rest,
Friday night, I‘d never forget you.
Said you couldn’t see yourself
with a guy like me,
but you keep on coming back
when life gets trying.
I am not the doctor type, we fly,
can’t make you a rich wife,
but we both now I’m the one
who lets you enjoy life.
First drink…glowing eyes,
on the…floor we fly,
it works…like a charm,
you’ll sleep…in my arms.
Girl put on your best,
I’m coming to get you,
better than the rest,
Friday night, I‘d never forget you.
in a leather jacket
birthday cake sandwiches help
clear my sinuses
Googly Hancock; and backseat baristas
Bob Dylan is back in the studio
did he pop out to the shops? Where's he been?
Big Daddy Kane outside Dapper Dan's -
You tossed a coin in the fountain
Wishing to be as happy as a blue cat
storckappopotamus
there will be no custard creams at my wake
nor chocolate bourbons;
take a long walk off a short pier
homewreckers and g'day mate cubes
party morning
and we have ascribed to you
your inapprehensible walking
except by lucky guess between
these hedgerows
in languages so far distorted
among dragonflies and flies
we are closed distance
as those houses missing
after the excavation
Such throaty timbres – oboes and bassoons –
such gowns! My Lady, apricot and plum,
her sleeves ablaze with blue October moons –
for one short night, her villa had become
the very essence of elysium!
To “fortify” us, as My Lady said,
against the winter tedium to come,
to banish melancholy, drive out dread,
she threw an Autumn Ball. Delirium!
We met the equinox with pipe and drum.
The quality of Florence all attended,
and never were Their Graces better fed!
The sun was up before our revels ended –
and Isabella? Still no thought of bed!
Three further galliards she’d yet to tread.
It seems I hear those trumpets even yet,
and taste the sweetmeats of that epic spread
(she’d plied us with light moscatel to whet
the palate) – I believe my mortal head
will throb for ever more, autumnal red!
Attended a garden party
full of fun
from dusk 'til dawn
filled with laughter
next door on the lawn
awoke the morning after
the night before
arose to wash
my hands and face
packed my bag
just in case
all was quiet
around the house
nothing heard
not even the spouse
what now where next
who really knows
always the eternal question
allow me now to propose
I'm open to suggestion
quiet meadow ant
heading toward peony bushes
partying with friends
THeir plan - in each oriface pour
some Vaseline, KY and more...
with rings of the bell
they both had to yell,
"Too greasy to open the door."
lucky the whale swallowed him whole as he fell overboard
He was in his best suit, and his tie with a tiny clip of a sword
You are the judge, the jellyfish king said into his head
He had never been judge, this undertaker named Ned
The fish were excited that a human was going to judge
They wanted him to give up his gavel but he would not budge
He had never had this honor before, and he liked it you see
An undertaker named Ned who was swallowed by a whale under the sea
Who is the guilty party? He asked, staring out at the gaping fish
The only answers they gave him were bubbles and one tiny swish
No one to judge he said to the jellyfish king, making him mad.
That evil king stung Ned in the eye, making him totally sad.
sampling party spread
he s n u c k in uninvited ~
quickly ejected
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