Women Like Black Floral Print Cotton Sundress Dresses

are
sometimes
twisted

around
your
legs

when the wind
is blowing
hard

Where You’ll Find My Twinkle II Series Purple Moccasin Glowworm

about a quarter to the nymphs
above the mildewed ceiling
across the gray churchyard
after the 2nd light infantry
against the green screen
among the orchid prayers
around the glass coffin forest
at Alice’s blue graffiti
before a moonlit kiss
behind a black emerald
below the champagne sparkle
beneath grape glow sea pearls
beside a pink glitter angel
between numbing reverie and serendipity
beyond compulsion
by the gold-flake icicle bisque
down to spare change
during a sea-green nocturnal serenade
for a toothsome seal
from a traveling carnival
in icy bubblegum
inside a sequined dropper
into oppression’s star
like strawberry blackness
near red light mermaids
of starbrite siren song
off the rocker’s puzzlebox sparkle
on a cotton candy donkey
outside the white smoke
over the floral white fireflies
since the first bite of frostbite
through the duskhouse
to the spungold wine
toward the bloodthirsty musket
under dragonfly ghosts
up the jeweled box’s left side
with the smashed eggshells and the rainbow lollipops

I’m Teaching My Rifle to Shoot Birds

I’m teaching my rifle to shoot birds.

I’m teaching the birds how to go into the rifle and fly low to the ground in a straight line when shot out.

I’m teaching my cats to shoot the rifle loaded with birds and chase them.

I’m teaching my son how to catch the cats chasing the birds coming out of the rifle my cats are learning to shoot.

I’m teaching my other son to ride his bike so he can follow after my first son who is learning how to chase the cats chasing the birds which came out of the rifle my cats are learning to shoot.

I’m teaching my daughter to drive a car so she can drive after my second son who is learning to ride a bike to follow my first son who’s learning how to chase the cats chasing the birds which came out of the rifle my cats are learning to shoot.

I’m teaching my other daughter to drive a car so she can drive a second car after my first daughter in the first car who’s learning how to drive after my second son who rides a bike after my first son who’s chasing the cats chasing the birds coming out of the rifle my cats are learning to shoot.

I’m teaching my wife to drive a tow truck so she can follow my two daughters, who are both very inexperienced drivers as they are still learning how to drive, in case they get into an accident or have car trouble, as they are not only inexperienced drivers, but are driving two very old cars, the second car driven by my second daughter following my first daughter driving the first car following my first son on a bike following the second son on foot chasing the cats chasing the birds coming out of the rifle my cats are learning to shoot.

I’m teaching my nephews and their friends how to function as a highly-trained, highly-skilled private militia capable of responding to calls from my wife describing a situations requiring armed intervention by a private militia as she drives a tow truck to follow my second daughter following my first daughter following my second son following my first son chasing the cats chasing the birds which came out of the rifle my cats are learning to shoot.

I’m teaching my brother how to fly an old Huey helicopter to ferry the private militia formed by my nephews and their friends into battle in the event rapid airborne deployment is needed in response to a call by my wife in the tow truck following my second daughter following my first daughter following my second son following my first son chasing the cats chasing the birds which came out of the rifle my cats are learning to shoot.

I’m teaching my other brother how to fly a second helicopter, an old Cobra gunship, in case the helicopter flown by my first brother ferrying the now airborne private militia made up of my nephews and their friends needs suppressive fire to clear the landing zone designated by my wife in the tow truck following my second daughter following my first daughter following my second son following my first son chasing the cats chasing the birds which came out of the rifle my cats are learning to shoot.

I’m teaching my other brother how to fly a medivac helicopter in case there are any injuries to friendlies resulting from the airborne assault involving my other brother providing rocket support and my other brother flying a private airborne militia into a hot LZ designated by my wife in the tow truck following my second daughter following my first daughter following my second son following my first son chasing the cats chasing the birds which came out of the rifle my cats are learning to shoot.

I’m teaching several neighbors how to function as an emergency trauma unit in the event my brother’s medivac contains anyone with serious injuries, which may include my other brother providing suppressive fire in a Cobra gunship, my other brother flying a Huey, any of my nephews or their friends in our airborne private militia, my wife driving a tow truck, either of our daughters driving a car, my son on a bicycle, my son on foot, any of our cats, or any of the birds who the cat is chasing, as these are very special birds and I have spent considerable time and effort training them to wait in a rifle to be shot out by a cat, not to mention the time and effort expended on design, testing and modification of the very rifle which is capable of housing and shooting these birds.

So when I tell you that I don’t have time to read a daily newspaper any more, please know that this isn’t just some bullshit line I’m giving you to try to get you off the phone.

I really am very busy.

Please Destroy Wonder in the Space Below

I shove brightly lit disasters over the water.
(I am a cut-rate provider of Viking funerals)

I breathe dazzling flames above the sea.
(I am a fire-breathing dragon who thinks he’s a whale)

I bend numb fingers into the night.
(I am robot who has escaped and needs to be oiled)

I make rabid sounds below the trees.
(I am a rabbit who has rabies)

I lick colorful shivas against the earth.
(I am in India and have fallen after dropping acid).

I swallow hummingbirds and wraiths.
(please see above)

I summon florescent bones beneath the tomb.
(I am an amateur inventor of machines used in crime scene investigations)

I envision bright bugs in the slime.
(I am an epidemiologist working for the Centers for Disease Control)

I am endlessly reaching into the dank vapors.
(I am a clumsy wizard who keeps dropping his wand)

I am very transparent over the fire.
(I am 2 cups of water awaiting instant rice at a campsite in Virginia)

I am misty and dream-like before the light.
(I am fog from smoke machine #3 at a Nine Inch Nails concert)

I spread yellow teeth over the land.
(I am a dentist with unusual, obsessive personal rituals)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The first line of each stanza was generated through repeated use of the Langauge is a Virus automatic poetry generator.

Angel

angel loses
some desires
to wallow
in a thoughtless family
killing
those dollar bills
as
glitter divines
our nature

Why I Am in Favor of Putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail

I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe a private commercial enterprise
whose operation has already resulted in the tragic deaths of two individuals
deserves the opportunity to add to that number.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I’m confident that tourism in the city of Philadelphia would drop
from several million visitors a year to roughly 30-50 visitors
without the operation of amphibious vehicle tours using the Schuylkill River.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I like mayor whose premature public pronouncements suggest a woeful
ignorance of state law regarding granting of concessions of public lands.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I like mayor who talks reform, but when the bell rings
can do a shady backroom deal with the best of them.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe that preferential treatment of hand-picked vendors
ahead of an open bidding process is always good public policy as
this makes competing vendors incredibly eager to sink time and financial resources
into offering alternates proposals when they can plainly see the fix is already in.

* * * * *

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because sometimes it gets very lonely running on the trail.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because sometimes it gets very quiet running on the trail.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because sometimes it gets very peaceful and almost perfect running on the trail.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because when I’m running on the trail and it’s so peaceful and almost perfect
I forget all my problems, and I’m told it’s bad to run away from your problems,
so I welcome having my reverie broken by the crassness of the world.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because after waiting a half hour for a Conrail train
to stop blocking entrances to the trail, I am often disappointed
that there are no further impediments along the way.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe that dodging amphibious tourist vehicles
will increase situational awareness skills and cardiovascular fitness.

* * * * *

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe that it is an antiquated notion that
the primary use of public space should be
the public good and enjoyment of the citizenry.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe that the almighty dollar should always drive public policy.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I cringe at the fact that there are still uncut trees in our national forests
and believe that the true purpose of public spaces should be
maximum extraction of revenue at all costs.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe that a city’s public spaces do not belong to the people –
they merely exist for the politicians to give away.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe asking a private commercial enterprise to spend its own money
to make existing operations safer in order to continue to operate would cut into its profits
and set a dangerous precedent of actually reinforcing free market principles.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I have complete and utter confidence that
the company responsible for Dollywood understands good taste.

* * * * *

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I like noise.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because the city isn’t noisy enough.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I like a good nuisance.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because nothing is sacred.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because when I look up into the heavens at night and see the stars in the sky
and contemplate what the music of the spheres would actually sound like,
it sounds like kazoos to me.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I love the noise of a loud kazoo orchestra.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I love being shouted at by gangs of out-of-state strangers.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I love being made to feel like a zoo animal.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because as a citizen of Philadelphia I exist solely to be
nothing more than a prop in a tourist’s memory reel.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because in the words of Johnny Rotten, “tourists are money,”
and I enjoy quoting Sex Pistols lyrics whenever the chance presents itself.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because our figurehead is not what he seems.

* * * * *

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe the majesty of a grand avenue with three world-class museums
needs to be sullied and destroyed.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe The Thinker is running out of things to think about
and needs the exhaust of Duck Boats to contemplate.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe that the Parkway and Eakins Oval
don’t have enough traffic and are far too easy to navigate,
especially for cyclists and pedestrians.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe that noisy kazoos and shouting will be helpful
in distracting MLK and Parkway drivers and lead to accidents
that may fulfill some people’s secret desire to see a headless body.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe that the practice of shutting down MLK drive on the weekends
for cyclists should be ended to give a private for-profit enterprise access to public land.

* * * * *

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I think Ben Franklin would want them there.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I think William Penn would want them there.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I think Rachel Carson would want them there.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I think the guys from ABSCAM would want them there.

* * * * *

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I know it’s a lost cause.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I know it’s a done deal.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I you can’t fight City Hall.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because my voice is cracked and feeble.

And I’m in favor of putting Duck Boats on the Schuylkill River Trail
because I believe in letting evil being spawned and spawning other evils.

Completely Superfluous Comment from a Precocious Child

If grandfather’s mouth were in his stomach
he wouldn’t be choking to death.

unhappy ice head under a TV dinner

I’m melting
from my chiseled chin
down

and dripping
and dripping
and dripping

water

I’m melting
just when I was finally finished
and had some purpose
and everything had come into focus

just when everything
started to smell good

empty hands in an empty address book

empty hands
in an empty address book

one drawn on the J’s
the other on the Y’s

never meeting
but waving goodbye

My Velvet Elvis Is Much More Velvety Than Your Velvet Elvis

There’s simply no debating it.

My Velvet Elvis is plush and luxurious.
I can see your toes twitching.
You want to rip off your sandals
and stand on it barefoot
and get an instant foot massage
through the healing power of The King
don’t you?

Well, don’t even think about it!
No one touches my Velvet Elvis
let alone stand on it in their bare feet!

My Velvet Elvis is
Rhinestone Elvis
circa 1970
towel draped over shoulder
Caesar’s Palace godlike glory.
IT’S FRIGGIN’ FANTABULOUS!

Your Velvet Elvis…
Ah, where to even start?

First off, it isn’t very plush at all –
too thin and threadbare
barely a 2 out of 10 on the velvet meter.
It’s also painted quite poorly
with unusual, inexplicable shades of orange
and gives off a faint cheese smell.

In your Velvet Elvis
Elvis is wearing a headband
and is holding a tennis racket
and looks faintly like a Cherokee Indian,
no, no…more like some swarthy Mediterranean type…

Wait a second…

This isn’t even Elvis.

This is Ilie Nastase!

Now my cat comes over and gives it a sniff
then licks the eyes off your raqueted pretender to the throne
and is soon joined by my other cat,
which raises my suspicions even further,
as he is virulently anti-Romanian.

I bend down and give a sniff,
then wet my finger, dip it briefly and taste.

Just as I suspected!
Not only is your Velvet Elvis
not even Elvis,
but it’s not even velvet.

God knows who or why,
but someone’s gone to the trouble of
painting a portrait of Illie Nastase on
a canvas of crushed Cheetos.

Time to settle the bet.
Admit it.

My Velvet Elvis
is much more velvety
than your “Velvet Elvis” –
which I must most appropriately put in quotes
since it is a False Velvet Elvis at that, being
neither velvet
nor Elvis.

Admit it.

C’mon.
Admit it.

The gig’s up partner.
Your Elvis has left the building
dressed like Ilie Nastase
trailing greasy cheese crumbs behind him.

Alright.

Now give me my $20
you crazy loon
and get that damn thing out of here
before my cats get sick.

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