Posts Tagged ‘humor



Glossy blackbirds gobbling
Even brighter scarlet berries.
They hop from bush to bush
Until- too drunk to drag themselves
Around- they take to the sky.



Loose hairs drop out and
wisdom and ramen; the old
man twiddling his beard.


sounds the same

They say seafood is an acquired taste but
By the time I turned thirteen I knew I loved muscles.
Some folks like to stick with local producers.
Provenance is no impediment to me-
Imported? Domestic? Artificially stimulated?
Hell, they all look good.
I’ve heard that you should stay away
From oysters in months whose names lack an “R”.
This rule does not apply to muscles
Because summer is when they’re at their best.
Squeeze on a dollop of oil, heat then add salt to taste.
I’ll eat ’em up with a spoon.
Damn. My mouth is watering already and
It’s cloudy and still early June.


Fur Majesty

As if all cats were queen
And our job is too serve,
To carry her little handbag,
To make her crown secure,
To tie her silk head scarf,
Freshen her loo with greenery,
Drive her to the country
Should she want a change of scenery,
Take charge of her meals,
Don’t let her feet get wet,
Cosset her, never fuss her,
She believes she’s everyone’s pet
And our job is to serve-
As if all cats were queen.
As if
All cats
Are queen.



I must not try to read.
I must not try to read and eat.
I must not try to read and eat at the same time.
I must not try to read and eat at the same time in bed.
I must not try to read and eat at the same time in bed when it means holding the food with just one hand.
That probably goes double if the food is messy and has bits like mushrooms that may fall off on the sheets.
Although the falling bits do leave an aromatic mushroomy cheesy yumminess behind on the sheets.
But their- however temporary- presence means the sheets need to be washed.
And that frees up more time for reading.
I must do the laundry.