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**** for Tat

What woman, upon meeting, mentions a woman’s “****.”
**** for tat and all that.
Were we having a conversation?
It took a severe turn; laughed it off.
Did I mention, her’s were laughable.
She was affable but strange.
The conversation was not uplifting.
She was a caretaker, parked in the park.
Benched
‘cause of her “arthritis.”

Strangers, strangely, let you know
what they’re about.
Pouting ‘cause her

all uv the ****

.


            they all flock
     and into mine garden
                  rest

             they barter

Great ****

I watch you collect the bedding for your little house.
I watch you jump up and down when thieves lurk about.
Collecting the down and flitting away.
Wait a few minutes and you’re back on this day.

I watch you running and hanging on the thinnest of branch.
Collecting food for your children in your little house.
Singing little songs and

****

blue yellow plumage
passerine family birds
without brassieres

My **** Have Disappeared

empty nesting box
blue **** have vanished from sight
sparrows eyed their home

I’ve not seen the pair of blue **** recently,  it seems that some sparrows had been vying for the nest box – they are too big to go through the hole but it seems they’ve scared the nesting birds birds away

4/30/18

I'Ve Got Blue ****

a pair of blue ****
inspecting new nesting box
spring is in the air

I know haiku don't have titles... but I couldn't resist!

My nesting box was made by students at the school I worked at - it has been in situ since 2016 but this is the first year birds are making it their home. I watched

**** To the Wind

sprung from spring they fly

                                 liberation aflutter

                

Bedlam **** and Chinese Takeout

beware the enemy who can
fart your national anthem
it was a mob scene at the microphone
kill him kill him they laughed
nobody wanted to miss the show
a perfect blend of pandemonium and bliss
sound bites took their ears off
but how else can one enter the future
with enough for gas money 
a basket of Chinese takeout and a cigar

Blue ****

Blue **** are singing outside my bedroom window, 
Every time I look there seems to be a bird you know, 
And their vocalisations make me aware of myself, 
Under the cuff sometimes and only on a shelf; 
They take me to nature, that vast canopy bright, 
Into truth and morality’s mechanisms of height, 
For a

Her Little ****

.

    It was very hard

          to creep
        with sneak
         the peek
             of
    

Big-Ass ****

Don't love me for what you see but for what I am--
When you cannot know what this is.
For that is more than the skin of a woman or man

                          

**** Real

We got it going on
This belong
We see eye to eye
We must. Try
Kept this godly deal
Our. Love
it's real

Teeth, ****, and Toes

Perfectly painted
Oh so white
Those boys just fainted
Keep those **** tight

Perfect skin
With the perfect tan
Keep up your chin
They'll become a fan

You don't need love
Only fame
You'll rise above
They'll know your name

Bat those eyes
Watch them fall
Hear their cries
You make them crawl

Just remember
The Hollywood Pose
You're the next contender 
Teeth, ****, and toes

*Written on May 28, 2012*

My Favourite ****

The lovely thing about chickadees
For this Highlander they so easy please
They can be great, blue or green
For they just have to be seen
I bet you thought this was about sleaze











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