Today's Poem is "The Mineral Song"

The Mineral Song

I always like the chalcedony

It’s so pretty and tumbled-y

It’s the rock for me, it ain’t phoney

Gimme some more chalcedony

 

Feldspar’s a rock hard not to take

It’s an aluminum tectosilicate

Gimme some I just can’t wait

Put some feldspar on my plate

 

I really like to see the gypsum

at White Sand missile range

I’m going today to get some

Fossils there are awful strange

 

Molybdenum? Bring to get me some

My molybdenum deficiency

It’s worrying me, I need me some

Molybdenum

 

Somebody told me its gold – not true!

Naw, listen friend,  that’s iron pyrite

You identify it on second-sight

Pretty but worthless, you doggone foo’

 

Minerals, minerals, yes sir-ee

Dig some up and you will see

Their usefulness to you and me

It’s a mineral reality!

 

Today's Poem: Song of the Something

 

Song of the Something

It’s Their Fault!

 

Rub past flack mind charms, in tingling silence

Inside outer skins hard selves twangle gravity

as steep-side rut collisions go millions of dark miles 

 

A hopping future mingles inside a black swarm

its softened-coonskin leather glove stirs your eyes

as star-lined connectors multiply firy sparkles

 

Run as fast as you dream to let the harshness in

as you harbor fixations in solid innertubes of false solitude

that protrude in oddments of immersive fleek sameness

 

Public computer throughputs and psychic gag collectives

will comport pre-sportive snorts of wisdom sooner or later

to extol your weather joneses through limped-shut eyes

 

Interval wind farms scramble sentient technology

as snake innards hydrate fixatives in false privacy

too close to arithmetic grove galaxies.  Now, it’s your fault

Today's poem is "Beyond the Hot Dog"

 

Beyond the Hot Dog

Though I stockpile relish, mustard, and buns

I run out of hot dogs each Wednesday

and persist in my depletion, dog-short

 

I make bean sandwiches instead, mm delicious!

A fluent, warm continent of rainbow flavor

Wild with joy I ingest the organic bean dog!

 

A new mustard-based condiment regales me

It is a tantalizing beanologist flavor shortcut

whose radiant luster electrifies my tastebuds

 

I also devise an elemental bean hot dog relish

A relish whose parts per million elliptic-orbit

like natural spice planets circling hot dog suns

 

Recondite sourdough toasted sesame buns

condition the magic zestiness of The Bean Dog

Taste the Future! Taste the Future Now!

Horseflies - today's Poem (it's a sort of art object)

 

Cosmos

cosmos     

blue bowl on white-wood windowsill holding the sky

hemisphering an ocean below as elbow-leant head-held

chin-upward I think you are here, blue eyes each day

sealing a cosmos before me in a beautiful swirled bowl

my world left empty, a potential you to fill my portal

on the world where below bright cosmos blow sunny

ever after where my eyes follow the walkway into

the wider, wilder world beyond

Today's Poem is "Sonnet 259 – Special Edition Cheese WaffiesTM"

Sonnet 259 – Special Edition Cheese Waffies^TM

 

He eyes the label: Guru Product Line 5

Confection of deep, pressurized selections

specially wrought for Cheese Waffie ^TM’s Nth Year

 

These Cheese Waffies^TM are denser than others

says snacking Elmore to no one in particular

in a tooth-digging act of dental torsion

that only with sharp traction might he bite,

chomp through corrugated crusty layers

into intense neo-faux cheese filling

a tight, compact waffle with cheese-ish spread

 

A denser chow he cannot imagine

in this or any year no better snack

Elmore draws one from the special edition bag

and for a moment knows pure victual bliss

 

Ambassador of the Sun

Ambassador of the Sun

An essential comedy is

all extremities

rocks, streams and forests

in our absence free

 

In imagination’s death

Earth will prosper

elixirs and bitter tastes

unmeasured near and far

 

Liberty unaccounted