Friends told me of some dude they trusted
But left out the part he was lusted
This mechanic, you see
Wanted to work on ME!
And I went home with tailpipe busted
Categories:
tailpipe, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Well here we see that something is hot? About as real as
As the (tailpipe an e v's got?) The subject matter is what
You have got.' Either man or woman? Is what i consider?
And whether what is not.' Is what? And why are some termed non binary? Yet are So
Het up on genders.? All in all its such a mind bender! its
Like they want to drink alchol.' Yet be de-intoxicated as they
Do?
Seem absorbed by genders.? That should not be narrated?
By me or you' or any reality defenders.)
Is there anything above?about them; i have missed ?
Maybe they could have a catheter bladder to head
Orifice inserted; so they could vent better ( when feeling
Really pressed.?)
Categories:
tailpipe, appreciation, desire, education, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
chill to take my breath away
the tailpipe streamers
this day trip must take place
a cozy talk
heater on sun-strength
Dad bundled up
dust, sweep, mop
clean and sanitize
drop and talk
olives stabbed
martini sipped
Dad dips
his glass
to Mom’s ashes
preheat air fryer
flipping burgers
preheat oven
turning frozen fries
drop and talk
my Dad’s alive
this day trip must end
with tailpipe streamers
wall to wall traffic
and a warm smile
and a hand
as my husband
helps me unload
drop and talk
after I text
my Dad
and he
texts back a red heart
and tells me
he loves me
Categories:
tailpipe, dad, today, travel,
Form: Free verse
On April seventh there'll be an anniversary.
Not one in which we celebrate with balloons or confetti...
sweet cakes, songs or garish parades.
It will be 6 serrated months, since terrorist raped Mother Israel.
Sprayed the olive groves with her blood.
Six months since they raked a couple hundred innocents...
to cover yellow flanks-to prolong their fun.
Six months the innocents have spent underground
with-in the tunnels of cowards.
Nobody talks about them anymore.
one by one there being dropped
like sparks from a broken tailpipe
While the media bunny hops away,,,
onto the next horror.
Their names and smiling faces have melted off our back pages.
Into Dali's clocks into the final note of a broken windchime memory.
Categories:
tailpipe, innocence, insect,
Form: Free verse
hey, everybody, this is old Billy Bob, here
over there in them cute Billy Jeans
well, I just woke up this morning
and looked up towards the sky blue mirror
meanwhile, down the road,
I see an image of old gray-haired Billy goat
just chewing on some maple oats and hay
looked like he was chewing on some cherry tobacco
I got a little bit closer for inspection and
watch Mr. goat spite some cherry tobacco in a tin can
and right about then, I was kicked in the rear end
while some people would say - I was kicked in the tailpipe.
Unfortunately, I was kicked by some crazy jackass
down yonder, from tupelo, county, Mississippi
you know what
I should've never looked
at myself in that damn
crazy ass sky mirror this morning
you know what - chicken butt
hey, I just got hog tied up again
Dag Nabit...shucks!
give everybody a big hug
thank you...very much!
Categories:
tailpipe, humor, humorous, image, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Tessa's Thighs
Hey Tessa babe come and kill me with your sexy oversize thighs! The CIA is after you. Reason: your oversize thighs! I see you in your cut down jeans. So awesomely fecking sexy.
See the curve of your tailpipe where there's no material, your table top lips tight against the fabric curtains. You need a licence for your sweetie leisure centre body. You age 170.
I know many men who want a piece of you. I do. As does my wife. How will you both be, between one another's thighs on the river? Your dear darling do not moan that you have a top body, ace thighs and no licence to use it.
I'll give you false ID so I can legally use you, be between your hot oversize cupboards my dear Tessa. You'll enjoy your pussy cat bite being nibbled and my big cockerel up your light bulb. Over and over again.
Second Shadow
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Categories:
tailpipe, eulogy, imagination, surreal,
Form: Verse
A father went to clean his car,
All covered up in snow.
For company, he had his son,
Eleven years, in tow.
The temperature was freezing
So the dad thought he should sit
Inside the toasty car
To warm himself a little bit.
The engine hummed, the father dug,
But little did they know
The tailpipe couldn’t do its job,
For it was filled with snow.
The fumes were seeping in the car;
The boy was warm inside.
His father opened up the door
To find his son had died.
Such heartbreak and the worst of it,
As all the signs suggest,
Is that the dad, to help his son,
Did what he thought was best.
It’s very sad but there are times,
Despite our best intentions,
When life is cruel and mocking
And allows no interventions.
I think about that father’s grief
And can’t know how he feels.
I only hope that time and love
Will help him as he heals.
Categories:
tailpipe, life, sad, father, father,
Form: Rhyme
As just-hitched kids, we drove
a Model T Ford with a crank
for the engine, and a running
board. My big brother sold us
his old carriage as a first car for
a brand new marriage. Never mind
it was his hunting car, repainted
and restored to all its former
glory, a new conversion to
a honeymoon car. In newlywed
land without a pot to-you-
know-what-in, we had no aversion
to second hand. Now, fifty years
later (and this may rub-ya)
I've got a yen for a two-tailpipe
Jaguar, or a BMW. Though I am
not fickle, own neither vehicle
and true to my origins still
modest and practical, I'm not
yet ready to go on the shelf.
RACY is how I see myself.
Categories:
tailpipe,
Form: Free verse
you tell me that I need blue jeans
cause the tailpipe gets so hot
you say I need to wear leather boots
in case we should go down
you slather me with sunscreen
to protect me from wind and sun
you tighten the strap on my helmet
to make sure it stays on
all you do to keep me safe
makes me feel so loved
I climb on behind, away we go
long may the Victory run
Categories:
tailpipe, loveme, me,
Form: Free verse
I used to get mistletoe
Each and every year
Lost the man who brought to me
But I knew it had to be near.
Load up the kids
In an ugly old van
Chains, food, and blankets
Who needs a man?
We head to the California mountains
Not knowing where to go
Next thing…
The kids holler, “There’s mistletoe!”
Too high for us to climb to
We continue the mountain drive
Lost the tailpipe, chained up
Yet we continued to strive.
Slipping in the mud
Sliding to and fro
Snowing like a blizzard now
The wind begins to blow
Half way up a mountain
A street sign came into view
It said Mistletoe Lane
Right then, we knew
We climbed and picked
Till we had enough
Going back down the mountain
Was more than a little tough.
Icy was forming quickly
We slid all the way down
The kids strapped in their seatbelts,
Didn’t make a sound.
For years to come
It was an annual event
Mistletoe Lane is truly
A day well spent.
Categories:
tailpipe, family, places, seasons,
Form: Bio
(This is a fictional poem)
A man fell in love with his brand new Rolls-Royce.
But he soon made a very bad choice.
He thought kissing a car would be the same as kissing a woman but he soon
learned it was not.
He french kissed the tailpipe right after driving his Rolls and a third degree burn
was what he got.
It hurt so much that it reduced this idiot to tears.
His mouth got burned so bad that he couldn't taste for an entire year.
Categories:
tailpipe, art, funny, on writing
Form: I do not know?
litter of leaves by the side of the road,
yellowing paper, soggy with last night’s
beer, spilled from a bottle thrown
from a car and smashed in the gutter.
dead something-or-other, maybe a mouse,
lies just outside of my car in the road.
gaze straight ahead, to the beat-up
white Chevy, sputtering black smoke
from a rusty, bent tailpipe, drooping toward the ground;
worn bumper stickers declare “I Love America”
and “Divers do it Deeper”- rebel flag
careless in the corner of a windshield,
shadowy head of a car’s unknown driver,
waiting, like me, to race off to somewhere.
now the light changes and we all leave forever
this moment, this corner….this stoplight scene.
Categories:
tailpipe, life, on work and
Form: Free verse