Sunday, November 16, 2008
Musings
Assholes who are right are seldom remembered for being right.
Some slopes are slippery. Some are sheer drops, covered with ice and coated with motor oil.
White is the new black.
I don't love Raymond.
There is none so despicable as he who refuses your help.
Do unto yourself as you would have others do unto you.
Some slopes are slippery. Some are sheer drops, covered with ice and coated with motor oil.
White is the new black.
I don't love Raymond.
There is none so despicable as he who refuses your help.
Do unto yourself as you would have others do unto you.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Quantum contemplation
If an entity observes itself, does it still change the nature of that which is observed?
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Mini-piphany
The platypus: proof that God is an Experimenter, doesn't take Himself too seriously, and isn't afraid to fail.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Monday, February 6, 2006
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Communion
This morning God thanked me sweetly for bringing Him a bowl of fruit asked if I needed help finding anything couldn't figure out how to type an underscore got annoyed with me for thinking I was overcharged stopped wheeling carts long enough to hold the door for me crawled up into my lap and purred.
Monday, May 2, 2005
Algodones, Mexico
Surrealist circus sketched in faded primary colors.
Dusky bilinguals copulating openly with your dollars.
Dusky bilinguals copulating openly with your dollars.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Ode to the water-cat
'Twas shower time. I stepped inside and drew the shelt'ring curtain.
And tho' I hadn't seen her yet, of one thing I was certain -
My Barbie Fair, my baby girl, my fetching feline daughter,
Would soon appear to whine and sigh and mew and cry for water.
So sure enough, as soon as e'er she heard the faucet flowing,
There she was, her tail a'twitch, her em'rald eyes a'glowing.
She leapt upon the porc'lain rail, her mind made up to linger.
And thusly she implored me: "Let it drip right off your finger."
"I'll lap the droplets up as fast as you can make them flow.
I'll perch right here until I've had my fill of H2O."
So there she sits. Her caterwauling interrupts my scrubbing.
Such wails and shrieks! I'd like to give her furry hide a drubbing!
To no avail I feign indiff'rence to her sharp insistence.
She's altogether confident she'll conquer my resistance.
Defeated, I concede it's best to cater to her wishes,
So I proceed to soak her 'til she's wetter than the fishes.
Happy now, her clotted coat besot from shower's pelting,
My kitty girl desists from all her keenly plaintive belting.
She's through with me. I've humbly done my daily bounden duty.
The goddess of the Pharaohs has restored her ancient beauty.
And tho' I hadn't seen her yet, of one thing I was certain -
My Barbie Fair, my baby girl, my fetching feline daughter,
Would soon appear to whine and sigh and mew and cry for water.
So sure enough, as soon as e'er she heard the faucet flowing,
There she was, her tail a'twitch, her em'rald eyes a'glowing.
She leapt upon the porc'lain rail, her mind made up to linger.
And thusly she implored me: "Let it drip right off your finger."
"I'll lap the droplets up as fast as you can make them flow.
I'll perch right here until I've had my fill of H2O."
So there she sits. Her caterwauling interrupts my scrubbing.
Such wails and shrieks! I'd like to give her furry hide a drubbing!
To no avail I feign indiff'rence to her sharp insistence.
She's altogether confident she'll conquer my resistance.
Defeated, I concede it's best to cater to her wishes,
So I proceed to soak her 'til she's wetter than the fishes.
Happy now, her clotted coat besot from shower's pelting,
My kitty girl desists from all her keenly plaintive belting.
She's through with me. I've humbly done my daily bounden duty.
The goddess of the Pharaohs has restored her ancient beauty.
Friday, April 22, 2005
The Jungle
How have I hurt him?
What wound have I inflicted?
How long will it take to heal?
Why must I lead him along safely on the outskirts of the savage garden?
Why is he no longer drawn to possess the precious ruby in the vine-covered temple?
Perhaps I have caused him so much pain already that he cannot feel anymore. Perhaps I have worn him down to the point of numb incomprehension. Or perhaps, in defining the parameters of my own pain, I have described a path upon which he may safely travel to a destination unknown to me.
And perhaps he is grateful for my guidance.
Have I spared him too much? Should I not send him out into the jungle on his own to risk the fangs and thorns? Should he not do his own cautious dance through the rare and delicate blossoms which must not be crushed? Should he not fear the muddy pit as much as I? Should he not seek to discover for himself what creatures roar and screech in the dark shelter of the towering trees?
Why must I lead him along safely on the outskirts of the savage garden?
Why is he no longer drawn to possess the precious ruby in the vine-covered temple?
What wound have I inflicted?
How long will it take to heal?
Why must I lead him along safely on the outskirts of the savage garden?
Why is he no longer drawn to possess the precious ruby in the vine-covered temple?
Perhaps I have caused him so much pain already that he cannot feel anymore. Perhaps I have worn him down to the point of numb incomprehension. Or perhaps, in defining the parameters of my own pain, I have described a path upon which he may safely travel to a destination unknown to me.
And perhaps he is grateful for my guidance.
Have I spared him too much? Should I not send him out into the jungle on his own to risk the fangs and thorns? Should he not do his own cautious dance through the rare and delicate blossoms which must not be crushed? Should he not fear the muddy pit as much as I? Should he not seek to discover for himself what creatures roar and screech in the dark shelter of the towering trees?
Why must I lead him along safely on the outskirts of the savage garden?
Why is he no longer drawn to possess the precious ruby in the vine-covered temple?
The Pelicans
Pelicans took possession of my castaway boat.
It sits in a lonely spot in Cabo San Lucas harbor,
Exiled from the yachts and the catamarans,
Bobbing free at the end of a frayed and knotted rope
Tied to a ring at the tip of its bow.
The pelicans found it suitable as a resting spot.
They covered it, stem to stern, with their guano.
Tourists stop and photograph it now.
It looks like a fantastic, boat-shaped wedding cake
Encrusted in ivory icing.
I watch as the bride and groom rise from their floating perch
And sail away on the warm southern wind.
It sits in a lonely spot in Cabo San Lucas harbor,
Exiled from the yachts and the catamarans,
Bobbing free at the end of a frayed and knotted rope
Tied to a ring at the tip of its bow.
The pelicans found it suitable as a resting spot.
They covered it, stem to stern, with their guano.
Tourists stop and photograph it now.
It looks like a fantastic, boat-shaped wedding cake
Encrusted in ivory icing.
I watch as the bride and groom rise from their floating perch
And sail away on the warm southern wind.
Spring
I cannot imagine a day without love:
The flowers abloom,
The birdies above.
They warble, "My mouth fits your heart like a glove."
The flowers abloom,
The birdies above.
They warble, "My mouth fits your heart like a glove."
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Haiku
Time can never heal
Any wound that festers deep
And poisons the bone.
Your words have planted
The seeds that will grow into
Flowers on my grave.
Love's labors are lost
When truth becomes the hostage
Of secrets and lies.
Your body: a feast
To satisfy my hunger
And nourish my soul.
When you're inside me
I feel that my flesh is turned
To gold. Alchemy!
Knowing how you are,
I don't ask for ecstasy -
Just a moment's peace.
Any wound that festers deep
And poisons the bone.
Your words have planted
The seeds that will grow into
Flowers on my grave.
Love's labors are lost
When truth becomes the hostage
Of secrets and lies.
Your body: a feast
To satisfy my hunger
And nourish my soul.
When you're inside me
I feel that my flesh is turned
To gold. Alchemy!
Knowing how you are,
I don't ask for ecstasy -
Just a moment's peace.
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