Monday, November 30, 2015

Hung Up Skates

Hung up skates,
hung up, kept swearing to skate at a future date.
Looks like all swearing and no action happened to those fucking skates;
At any rate, even the ice in skate tried to motivate those ice skates.

A fussed date in a rusted state;
take a date in these skates and it’ll become a historic date!

No maintenance gives a false sense,
then complaining later of the way it went.

Past their prime, no one took the time to gather more than one lace,
kept the last one to hang it’s own fate.
It’s like displaying your defeated face and putting it on display for all eyes to partake.


Saturday, November 28, 2015

Friday, November 27, 2015

Toasted Peanuts

Toasted Peanuts - Roast em’ like them Warriors - Boasted team-ups.
Peanuts bagged - sew them seams-shut.

5 cents means 5 pence consumed by 1 2 3 4 5 sense.

On wooden table, a ladle cradles a cider’s fable.
In Cider’s tankful, I think it could be taint-though…
Then I realize, I’ve had two glasses,
I guess that means I should be thankful.

I start to wonder, will anyone listen to the story I have to tell?
Will they shrink me from a tower, lay me on antique boxes, like this rustic bell?


Thursday, November 26, 2015

Bus Feet

Let’s not speak about how life’s not fair…
Courage in life is expected,
like feet stepping on a bus, expected to pay fare.

Rumbled feet step in a bus,
grumble speaks,
change it up,
be the one who smiles with teeth.

The routes we choose,
are not always the outcome of our dues.
We can look and admire others,
but the saying will always come back - our own shoes...


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Kris Kringle Jingle


I got this Kris Kringle
jingle in my mental wrinkle
Soon to be Christmas,
an evergreen conifer
on my hit-list"

On a tree, bulbs and stars,
On-Star - navigating trees inside of cars.

People eat and fill sinks full of dishes,
playing secret Santa - fulfilling each other’s wishes.
Aunt Maddy gossips in the kitchen and fully disses
Her nephew brought over his fine Mrs.
Aunt Maddy eyes a body she now misses.

Aged body, once a hot toddy,
now it competes with yoga pants,
stretching minds every which way - call it mind pilates...


Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Yarn Booked

Yarn Booked
This is the place where my sweater’s birthplace took.

Reading ledge, yarn frays
and lives on the edge.

At rest goes a long needle,
a test - in nature, trees are chewed
by wrong beatles.

Yarn takes a reading break,
at a fleeting rate,
imagination forgets what to make.
Don’t hesitate, be sure to make at a constant rate…


Monday, November 23, 2015

Holding on to Hope...

“Holding on to Hope,
she couldn’t find it, so she held on to me instead”, the railing wrote.

“She grabbed me tight, a bit mean.
Yeah we may have rough played when she jumped me,
but I refuse to be blamed for her ripped jeans!”

Discerning look was all it took,
It triggered the camera, so the picture took.

This glare was shared, on multiple screens, multiple stare.

Arched feet dreamt of ballet,
but like this parking lot, it was empty
and action was its missing valet…


Saturday, November 21, 2015

Food Cart No Heart

Food cart no heart,
he thought he’d put it on milk crates and call it art.

Food carted and drinks in the cooler,
sitting there learning something new - Buehler.

Missing so much heart,
couldn’t afford it on his shirt that should say I heart New York.

On his head goes a paper hat,
in his head he thinks, ‘A keg I’ll never tap’

So in his lap, and on his phone, he redeems an Uber code.
What’s missing from this picture, he thinks, ‘Where my fucking truck GO?”

Sitting there at the end of a trailer,
like someone who doesn’t want to pay for the movie,
can’t make up their mind so they squat on the trailer…


Friday, November 20, 2015

Dive Head First

Dive Head First,
And for what it’s worth,
remove your pants along with your shirt.

She leapt for joy like a kid diving for a toy,
she refused to let her dreams drown,
so she devised a diving ploy.

Hands splash water,
hands catch a fish, now she’s thinking sauce - tartar!

Staring down water’s surface,
Poseidon is about to make her forget what thirst-is.

Diving head first, looking quite tall-though
but you can be sure, like her feet, courage is sure to follow…


Thursday, November 19, 2015

HeadPhoned Music

Inside headphones - Music’s fluent.
Head phones, no one answers - artist’s truant.
Pad dreams, limited stitch - fad seams.

Laid to rest headphone’s test,
Didn’t pass, otherwise they wouldn’t be lying on the desk.

Corded rope injecting audio hope,
piped not to one ear, but both.

Padded headband goes a Gladys Knight band,
emotions greater than few,
and like these headphones, sing Missing You…


Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Hand Him a Rock...

The rock that grew up in the pocket of a little boy…

Hand him a rock,
and through his fingertips,
He’ll channel his thoughts,
giving a new meaning to heavy thoughts.

Brimstone, Flintstone, rubble cuddled to the tune of men’s-tone.

Rock Cradled, fingers playful,
two left the rock salt on the table,
they decided this rock was quite able.

Rock in hand as a man,
His Father’s locket,
pictures him as a boy with rocks in his pocket…


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Wrecked Ships

Wrecked ships, married at the hip,
did everything together,
including wrecking ships.

Sailed to their own clock,
time got away,
and so did the dock.

Out of the water,
party at college, 2 sons and 1 daughter,
that’s a scary scene, like that haunted house and Ali Larter.


Dogged Puppy

Dogged puppy - Look into my puppy eyes,
kiss me like a fish,
yeah, I’m talking guppy-wise

You stare at me,
hanging your head,
like a pear in a tree.

We’re locking eyes and tying ties,
this is starting to sound like a tailor’s romance jive.

You told me to sit, so I did.
We played fetch and your love - I unhid.


Monday, November 16, 2015

Gifted Wife

Gifted Wife
she didn’t come with a manual so husband bought her a book,
How to be a good wife.

She raises him a smile,
after a while, he folds,
He gives into her wish
and buys her a face lift.

Call that a 2 for 1
They hired help for their sex life,
many sessions later and the tutor-won

Erotic Muse,
coming out when she puts on shoes,
not one, but two.

Relaxing when she comes out of shoes,
not one, but two.

Climaxing with or without shoes,
she desires not one but two…


Sunday, November 15, 2015

Kissing Bushes

Kissing Bushes… He’s doing it all wrong - His hands are not where her tush-is.

Hearts speak and a kiss shushes, not shy but still found kissing in the bushes.

Her man wears a henley
They’re excited, finally kissing,
Like the time a ring spurred Michael Finley.

Both dirty blondes,
in the thickets, no switches, yet still turned on.

Fingers pushin’ buttons
Love is a glutton,
soon her belly will be round - pumpkin.

Mom’s baking muffins.

Now they have 1 dog and 2 kitties,
and a Farmers’ tan hanging out a Ford F150.


Saturday, November 14, 2015

Yoga Buns

Stretching yoga buns,
From my view there’s not much to stretch back there hun…

Please forgive me, I’m just making fun but that tree pose sure does look fun.

Yoga tree-pose,
mind like water,
we’re talking free-flow,
sexy goddess, I’ll take you back to Rome,
put you in a toga, where knees don’t show.
Strut your stuff and tease no mo’

In a bakery rolling buns, I’m rolling pin, us rolling in flour,
let’s do it all over again.  Your buns - I shoulda’ ate.
I wanted to pad your booty, so I fed you some crepes.
After yoga, that sure was a wonderful date…


Friday, November 13, 2015

Retired Wagon Wheels

Retired wagon wheels:

On those wagon wheels, valiant was real, you had to have courage and then the will to ride on them wheels.  And Maybe already have a written will.

Up against a wagon’s side, I’m a bit nervous, what’s that wagon trying to hide?

A wagon tried and stood trial. Jury stayed out, so it sat there for a while.

Wagon wondered whether if it should’ve let weather guide,
no tv around...that meant no weather guy. Trail was long and weather chose not to abide.  If only those wheels tried another try….


Thursday, November 12, 2015

Flower Thief

Flower thief, sitting there looking meek, parted lips about to speak. What words does she think, she’s thinking these flowers, I’m about to keep. Florist is calling her a damn thief. She’s against a window, drama’s building like these lyrics up against a crescendo.

Flowered window - At least she has a grin-tho. She must be in good spirits, trying to look innocent and not trying to hear it. Eye-in’ the dandelions, it’s all a front, she’s really wanting a randy tyin’... 


Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Smoking Outside...

Outside and above my head goes billowed smoke,
Wake up and rise, my pillow spoke.
My pillow was wise,
but wait,
was it steam or smoke?
Didn’t matter, like that cloud, I rose.

I rose with Rose, when she gets me to rise, it’s a bit steamy.
A bit creamy, with sugar cravings, shaving me with whipped cream,
I thought it was a bit odd,
killing me sweetly, I called her a female Sweeney Todd.


Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Rusty Bike Seat

Rust bike, rust riding blight on sight,
this is one bike you don’t want to ride in your lust tights.

Seat of rust, better believe your ass - your ass will fuss!
Seat pad swiped, rust streaks ripe, like a meek dad forgot to wipe.

Rusty seat missing puffy cheeks, I think I should stop now, I refuse to speak.

Bike abandon, not riding tandem, no one’s riding, not even in a bike famine…


Monday, November 9, 2015

Fallen Tree

Peering at a cutie in leather booties, resting on a tree that’s done its duty.

Glancing back, pondering the shark track, missing Kevin O’Leary, out the tank comes the hat.
Around her neck goes a jaded wrap, resting on a tree she brought down with many whacks.

Veil in her lap, she’s taunting this tree, her rear end is licking its sap.  
Talk about a new term for being called an ‘old sap’, this tree was 80 years her senior
and the tree wished her ass was a bit more cleaner - how could this tree be any more meaner…


Sunday, November 8, 2015

Parking Garage

Storage grates, a bit dark, like saying porridge is great.
Parking garage, lights on, no bedtime story, so the floor stays awake.

Slanted, taken for granted, Rumble in the Bronx, wondering where Jackie Chan-is.
Entrance granted to those who overcome the block of the lock, and won’t stop.

Battered wall, tattered slaw - someone hated their veggies on the way to the mall.

The world is one big parking garage - everyone’s seeking validation,
peeking cleavage maven, looking to get out of control, no more behave’n…