Old Man and the See
Friday, May 27, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Houses

One house was of teal
and one was of Blue
The teal made for me
and then the blue built for you
I could see you from my window
and call out your name
At any time out your house glasses
you could do the same
Whatever we need it always came true
In my house of teal and your home of blue
Soon they grew old
not just me and not just you
but both our houses one was of teal
and the other of blue
The teal wasn't so
real
and my blue wasn't
so new
But no matter the outside
for always within
these houses of teal and the other of blue
were fond memories of me
and remembrances of you
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
up from the ground arose such a clatter

It was a medieval floral arrangement
of epic proportions
It had lilies and lilacs and odd shapen roses
The petals seemed to sway to and old song
ten stories high if it were a foot
it would require ten trucks of mac
to budge one root
no one knows why this miracle happened
i guess we should speculate
must be not enough love in this world
we are overcome by hate?
i shall worship this new obelisk
that is what i shall do
the old one isn't as as great anymore
its just not as new.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
The Game of Life Called Chess
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
tell you what i did last night
Friday, May 6, 2011
Baghdad or Brooklyn

Baghdad or Brooklyn
I live in one and never been to the other.
They both have strange people.
I've seen photos of both.
Im sure people laugh in both places.
I've heard gunshots in brooklyn and helicopters over head.
Men with machine guns in train stations here to.
My brother went to Baghdad didn't really say much
about it.
He has never been to brooklyn though.
I really must find someone who has been to both.
Next Idea: Land of China or Cleveland, Ohio
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Disco Sunrise..
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Hello, How are You
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Lonely Playground Lonely Life
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
In Some Parts of the World
In some parts of the world they keep their manimals in large prisons called zoo's. I recently toured an incarceration facility to truly understand why we can not let these criminals tread, fly, swim our city's streets any longer.
I do warn you these images are shocking and delightful. All at the same time.
Like these domestic wing-ed squaka too birds sent to their cell for failure to obtain a permit to operate their mobile meth lab within 100 feet of the high school. They showed no remorse.

Or these vile tusked slug sloths who never properly signal while changing lanes. For some crimes one wonders why society bothers with jail at all. A tusk for a tusk I say.

This rowdy and riled ornithol clearly is ready to commit the same act in which it was locked up. Hoover as they call her in the joint seems to be practicing her fellatio skills on camera in defiance of all we hold decent and moral.

And call me Ishmael but this sea pony obviously has poor flossing technique and should never be able to see the light of day again.

The lesson learned from my visit was as old as Lady Liberty herself: Be cool don't be a homo.
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