Foolish Monkey

Foolish Monkey
MAGIC TOWN where the old never die, Connecticut,
January 31
*************************** *************************** WARNING: what you read at noon is NEVER the same poem or post a few hours later. I can't help myself. I like to noodle. HELPFUL SUGGESTION: if you like what you've read (and even if you didn't), come back in a day or two. It'll be better. In fact, if you hated it, you must come back and read it again because it will definitely be better. *************************** "I find that I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain" -Red in The Shawshank Redemption, Stephen King ***************************


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APRIL 16, 2014 1:56PM


winter flower 

colden landscape colden me

shivered timbers stiffened wee

brisk sky harshest frozenwhite

bird be silenced

day be night

fingers shushed imprisoned still

frost kissed flowers never will

never come may never go

persephone beneath the snow


 misery… Read full post »

APRIL 14, 2014 8:57AM

OPEN CALL: uh oh


Chicken Little (2)


 I tried to access a second account I had here.  Last week it was there - online.  Today it isn't.  

Now it's entirely possible what I accessed wasn't actually online because I've always copied entire pages directly from the web so to have the comments and the… Read full post »

APRIL 10, 2014 5:50PM

new standards?

I'm slow but today I had a eureka moment!

it felt the same as it did when I heard "paul is dead" - I got goosebumps and sweaty palms as I considered the outrageous wisdom of it - so swept away was I with the ferver except I don't think I… Read full post »

MARCH 21, 2014 1:43PM

every so often

..........I think about god.  he pops into my head and I find myself pondering my big god questions:  is there a god? is all this his doing?  what does he look like?  where is he? what is he up to when I'm not thinking about him?

if god is a she,… Read full post »

MARCH 18, 2014 5:15PM

I am having the best time...

I don't know why but it feels to me as if I'm running around this joint, turning lights off and on.    it's a lot of fun.





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Dear Ed I Torz...

uh... see.  

me? .....I love me some OS.

But like the rest of the world I gotta make cash and sometimes I don't get over here for months and golly and beggora, wouldn't you know it? it's the same fucking "cover" starring kale and depeche mode.… Read full post »

MARCH 16, 2014 10:52AM

untitled (spring song)

your back to the wind so cold

so black it is as if

it is done

but turn and listen!

springing now from the depths 

of thickest wet ice splattered mud

slowly building it’s caterwaul

 the thrall of clumsy tumblings… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 27, 2014 9:08AM

brocheh of the savage

I am grateful. 

My life has been a ragged bag of privilege from the lowest to the farthest ends.  And there have been crisp snatches of sweet amongst the bitter.   Not many have witnessed the sights I have and lived.   Mine has been a life of contrasts. 

Born savage,Read full post »

FEBRUARY 22, 2014 11:56AM

the quandary (poetry)

if I may speak

I will tell you all is illusion

even as we dream of love

those sweet fingers beckoning in the distance

of our living dreamwalk

in strange moonlit terrains softly surrounding

while sharp stones tear the flesh

leaving trails

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NOVEMBER 26, 2013 5:42PM



.....and some escaped, running away to delicate, quieter places,  some were transported to an alternate reality, that neat compound of white washed walls separating the cubicles and cells.

some like myself climbed the walls but hid just outside, listening to the screams and howls and laug… Read full post »

old woman 

 I yam whats I yam which is a crazy old BeYotch. 

Sometimes, actually most of the time the most ridiculous shit spills forth from my yammering mouth like pounds of steaming spaghetti quickly poured right outta the pot into an ittybitty bowl on a cluttered countertop - snaking… Read full post »

For quite a while Ms Miley Cyrus has been telling the story of young woman who is the sum of a life 0f sexual abused and hypersexualization. Her music isn't what any of this is about - it's secondary to the story but perfect background info, like the sleazy music in… Read full post »


pretty thing

wild thing to come

can you hear those crinolines


white lace beneath

a starched blue dress

under blue skies smiling


right over there

 do you see?

 it's maxie the taxi

his engines reved

boy's geared up

to make his move

merely a boy?… Read full post »

JUNE 21, 2013 9:59AM


looks like either they shutting down the hizzy 

or we been mightily hacked.


I hope I'm not going to be the next one to melt.  shit.  I gotta back up some stuff now. DAMN. DAMN.  Read full post »

which cake is better? 

I'm ambivalent.  

I don't know if he exists or if he's the single most perfect panacea since booze but far far better, being God is supernatural plus there's the promise of God* and all he can do.  Because liquor, even the best of it has real limitations and when… Read full post »

JUNE 14, 2013 12:02PM

what joy looks like

I confess, I swiped the idea for this the minute I saw this youtube video on one of the blogs I visit - bad girl chats.     When you watch it, you'll understand's a necessary Friday video that must be seen by all.  
I love dance… Read full post »
JUNE 11, 2013 9:49AM

a rose by any other name

He was here with her.  She knew it when she felt her skin get all prickly.  Then came the soft and soothing voice she knew so well; it was surely the Lord Jesus who was whispering in her ear as she stirred the roux, “Marla Mae come unto me”. 

“Oh Lord!”,… Read full post »

JUNE 10, 2013 12:36PM

find it first before it finds you

It was a day when the summer air was heavy with the sticky smell of honeysuckle and whereever you were, up or down, was an itch to be felt.  For reasons only the Lord would know, that day He looked upon one of His fresh made blossoms and whispered in her… Read full post »

JUNE 4, 2013 2:27PM

penis envy? I think not


paris colonne vendome

in France they plunk a little man on top! oo la la!


the big bunga bunga

torre agbar in barcelona

penicillin, anyone? 

leggo phallus

just a boy with a dream and his leggos 

Central Java Indonesia

 corn gods, phalluses, virgin sacrifice.... it's not complicated  

oregon traffic posts 

 little meRead full post »

JUNE 3, 2013 3:45PM

where are you butterfly?



if I were to see you

what would I say?

would I say come close

would I kiss

your sweet lips

and hold you tenderly in my hand

or would I merely say

hello again


with greatest emphasis… Read full post »

MAY 14, 2013 9:51AM

Dear Mom

 not mom's urn

really cool ...but no Mom, it's not your urn

I thought you'd like to know I nearly brought out your ashes for Mothers Day.  Then I decided against it.

Instead of you with your pretty pink face, round as the moon, I'd have to look at an ornate and boring… Read full post »

MAY 7, 2013 5:23PM

for my dear editor

before the night a woman stands

her spine so rigid it might snap

 awaits that quiet roaring dusk

a crux inevitable as the dawn


 pebbles beneath her feet will shatter

glistening ribbons raven hair

sway then strain in vicious wind

she the living fire&nRead full post »

MAY 4, 2013 9:50AM

Being dead so sucks

Mother’s day is next week and my daughter in law is making a big fuss this year.  I think she has gotten it into her head that I’m getting close to kicking the bucket, so it’s time to celebrate old mom, which is just fine.    It’s long overdue if you askRead full post »

APRIL 12, 2013 11:28AM

what is not known

what is not known

never mattered in the slightest

life has it’s ways and there are times the universe cracks

and what eyes are willing to behold is in the clear rush of waters, endless time flowing through each and every we of mountain and sky, the dead… Read full post »

DECEMBER 21, 2012 5:46PM

I am the fool

once hypnotized by the sun

a fool believed ease was at hand

never one to question

having flown so many times

from open windows and doors

at speeds greater than any

of the many voices 

hard and the sound of years 

and the crack… Read full post »