today's poem is French Woman Convention 1940

French Woman Convention

1940

 

At the drugstore counter

I give my thuringer

and home fries

to a hungry cowhand

who needs a shave

 

A clutch of French women

smartly-tailored in suits

arrive tall and haughty

to meet and study

in parks and hotels

 

My hungry friend and I

get stiff suits and shave

and we grab up deals

for accommodating

these stately violets

 

Money cascades and we grab

the State Park lodge

to start booking

rooms and events

for French groups - bonanzas

 

In splendid new duds

we introduce

frozen French Fries

to the hungry millions

and cash in

 

Vive la France! 

Duke of Dismal - today's poem

Duke of Dismal

His garage psychedelic hard rock

disco synth  polka punk house

alt country soul techno psychobilly

emo band was passively disgruntled

with a Status Quo that remained

constant through its iterations

 

The name stayed Dukes of Dismal

an accurate appellation of mental state

through 18 singers, 23 bassists,

87 guitarists, 59 keyboardists,

15 drummers and 44 horn players

of various stripes and attainments

 

A band grows a mania for guitars

amps and gear such collection that

strobe over the past and locales

to fill a floor of his ramshackle home

/ rehearsal space through

variably attuned or doubting friends

enemies 15 partners and wives

in better nights and worse

eking out inner museums of collision 

Black Sheep

Black Sheep

 

Baa-baa lingering Black Sheep Betty

whose snares and whiskers; snakes and whispers

angle downward to the rocks below

she scamps sheer stone sure-hooved

 

Positron pilgrims position stings and rebukes

geese and goslings steal magic moments

Shack Bleep Larry wah-wahs the Larry-go-round

Doodledy doodling in his system of spinning

 

Blast Shriek canary Carrie’s asteroid hop

Saturday Sunday Monday holiday parades about

she flounces naturally around unannounced

broadcasting an unsentimental diamond gaze

 

Dismount mount discount Black Shoe Sherry

shoe shop first month Jesus in a Slack Beep hurry

a poohbah doo-wha you don’t know

feels along the floor for one second more

 

Slow Blues Beast Barry whose anti-matter bop

Turns a bright bridal path to bridle path

for Blue Marlene who hops a mop

horses into steek wing dust disappearing

 

metal emblems tarnish tragical in snow

to stub out so no one knows those who now know how

 

 

Myth and Mystery - Today's Poem

Myth and Mystery

 

As day deteriorates smokelike in anesthetic mist

a smattering of Greta Garbo in the echo bog

won’t alarm the browsing cattle

 

Her lithe molecules of ennui spread illiberally

don’t put them off their feed

silver light on reflective surface air

 

She wants to be alone; the bovine tend to herd

air aims to circulate; light to penetrate

beams of chilled circumstance through trees

 

the Northern Lights have been set free above

and Druids amble, phantom beyond the pale

in whose swamp cattle and actress linger

 

if I could run a periscope up above the darkness

what impossibly reactive colors and voids

would circle and streak above the imaginary?

today's poem - "pterodactyl sunset'

pterodactyl sunset

 

along sunset arcs shadowless in falling sun

raptors strafe and stratify serial skies and level shores

death winging for blinded clawfeet and pincers

upflipped fish and incidental carrion                      

 

down orange

                         tangerine

                                            bronze

swollen layered sky sheets deathsmells

seep leather-winged

 

as scavengers swoop and plunge

striking sharply

colored feathers with yellow claws

dark shine the predator eyes

                                 alarming shrieks

reverberate flowers of sensation

crustaceans scramble scurry and claw sand

sizzling swamp air whirlingly subsides

slowly cools into trembling night

 

opportunistic natural elements modify dying

cycles of weather erosion; explosions

brief extra-solar events and geology conspire

in haplessly struggling success and failure

rising and falling divergent fatal terra life

for sunset marauders to survey

 

 

ode - today's poem

ode

eighty-nine cent wind-up penguin

whir and walk, plastic birdlike gaze

years of tyrants' abuse

head jaunty eyes paint-thing

transcending singular design

sufferable from suffering

freedom unto bondage

artifact of nothing that was

 

Sept 1 Poem - Recycling Relics

Recycling Relics

Her hoard of hymnals

is so destinationless

I can only see pulp