Wait, Let me clear my throat.
pepsi, soda? more than that.
You should know sir
Madonna makes videos and the comercials rock the world;
A little girl lipsyncs to Aretha Franklin, and an old voice is reheard.
May not have been the first but, pepsi has the best beat.
Coke used to need drugs to keep customers in heat.
Pepsi, diet, lemon, lime, or cherry.
It's all the same as the names very.
Design a can, be the man.
So uh huh Let me clear my throat.

Next one, Green Sweater (lol)

(green sweater)

The heavy cable knit of spruce
Sags and is frayed, and makes me seem gaunt-eyed and loose.

The tank set of olive bugs me to this day
Because I accidently gave the jacket part away.

The lime one with those shiny gold things
I keep because it matches that one pair of earrings.

The tunic that's the color of new birch leaves--
I can't see it in the mirror without being pleased.

next topic: Iron Maiden

Metal coffin,
both means of death,
and means of burial.
A giant set of teeth
waiting for witch-hunter's prey.
They pop the juicy flesh,
and the juice goes
wasted,
across the floor.
Macabre Maiden,
womb of death,
do not cry
your rust tears for me.
I do not know why
the band
chose this image
for its namesake.

Next subject: red hat

Lighter than maroon,
when I wear it on the dance floor,
mmmm, helps me find that groove.

Joe Cocker, sang to me and crooned,
"You can leave" it "on",
but yeah I took off my coat and my shoes!


Next topic: Femininity wrapped up in her masculinity.......


P.S. Crazy and Little Miss - Nicely done, y'all!

(femininity wrapped up in her masculinity) :\

My sister sits on the coverlet
of frothy lace
flounced curtains letting in the light
and curls a blonde lock around one idle finger;
her eyes dart to and fro
a shuttle of rapt and silent reading.

The hunk on her magazine's cover
one can almost smell.
Greased muscles, polished grin dazzle in a photographer's light.
His tense and practiced pose frozen in a tick of time.
With conspiratorial slyness
his eyes, turned from hers, meet mine.

Next topic: A boring speaker.

I can see you talking.
Your lips are moving,
people are looking at you,
apparently listening.

Hey, is this important?

Your lips keep flapping,
in a spittacular dance,
and the droning of your voice,
has put me in a trance.

Next subject: Veloceraptors

Kick a$$!

(velociraptors)

Tiny brains, teensy teeth--
they're so small and engaging.
I tower above them
stamping and raging.

They flee from my talons
and cringe at my roar.
They must acknowledge that I'm
the supreme dinosaur.

next topic: A blue plastic grocery bag.

I could use you, over and over again.
And not really feel bad about it.
After all thats what your for;
isn't it?
I could remake you, weave you in and out.
Look like a hippy because of it.
After all thats what I'm going for;
isn't it?

next one is.......Corona

(Corona)

The seagulls all stopped screaming
Silence extends itself like a lion stretching for sleep
And even the noisy surf seems subdued.

The light grows brassy purple, then grays out
Under my curling toes the sand starts to cool.
Facing me, you grin and hold the cards so we both can see

The small white cookie eaten by night that creeps and takes its time.
And now a chilly breeze stirs your hair
And wet, we both are chilled, and still.

Then turn at once
To see a strange blazing halo against a sky of slate.
Cold fire sears my eyes, and I sip my beer that grows warm while we grow cold, and wait.

(sorry... I had to work the beer into that!)

next: Airport security

(airport security--a haiku)

That overweight guy
in his blue pants laughed at my
jar of Vaseline.

next topic - copy machine abuse

next topic - copy machine abuse

Here goes nothing!

I can't help it.
I know it's wrong.
I'm pretty sure the boss is gone.
I open the lid
and climb on top-
1,000 copies
I won't stop!
Copy machine- I apologize
for abusing you this way
I've always wanted to copy my butt
that's all that I can say...

(horrible, I know...)

Next- speed dating.

Speeding around a turn,
bumping into the wall,
slamming on the gas
to keep you from getting ahead.

A wild laugh,
hair whipped in the wind,
I'm finally turning around the last bend,
Go Kart racing - I WIN!

You shake my hand, and acknowledge
my supremacy.

"Let's do this again sometime
This is my kind of speed dating."


Next subject: Old man with a bottlecap

(old man with a bottlecap)

A bit late for an appointment
hurrying among scurrying pedestrians
sidewalk warming my feet
through the soles of my shoes

I waited for a "walk" sign
and he caught my eye.
Slow shuffling amid busy bodies
among all eyes turned inward and down
with a bright trembling gaze
he considered a small object
he turned over and over in his palm.

This vortex of deliberation
drew my attention
so closer I moved to see.

With the perception of someone nearly blind
he noticed, and held up the glinting, knurled
red-white cap from a Coke bottle
and with a toothless smile of arch meaning
he grinned at me.

Next: Trying not to fall asleep at work.

(trying not to fall asleep at work--a haiku)

It's too warm in here.
Vision blurs; I jolt awake
with drool on my shirt.

next topic - thunder and lightning

(thunder and lightning -- a haiku)

He told me to turn
it off, because it drowned out
the sounds of his game.

next - the dollar store

(the dollar store -- a haiku)

There is a strange smell
permeating all the aisles
and it might be you......

next - Listening to old records

I love to listen to records,
But especially the old,
When production values weren't so hot,
And artists were so bold.

If only all these new bands,
Would learn from these old kings,
We wouldn't be stuck with crappy tunes,
And the same old boring things.

Next - Staring at the stars

Another long night out on the town.
Now its closing time, leave and walk around.
Full moon shining, A million small little bulbs.
Filling my eyes with this glory in the skies.
Now sitting outside a closed beach house bar.
Drifting at times not wanting to walk to my car.
Just staring above at this pictur1e of delight.
I think I'll just wait, til the mornings new light.

Next,,,Dreaming of your love.

For you, Mr. T-man.


Contented stre----tch upon awaking
As I exit the cocoon.
My shoulders no longer ache,
But move freely.

My back does not grab
And caution me to stop,
As I exit the bed.

A lightness surrounds my spirit
And joy at the beginning of the day.

The aftermath of
Dreaming of your love.