Easter Day 2012
Springtime and the leafy green
Has climbed back up to top the hills,
And four little calves are at play
In the valley, in the field.
Their curly, baby bangs
Are pristine and white.
They see it all with
Large, liquid eyes.
Today's sunrise brought a surprise!
The truck pulled up.
The four friends trotted in.
Was a new adventure about to begin?
But...
First the slamming — a door of steel,
And now this long and winding road.
Four little buddies with fates that are sealed.
Veal! Veal! Veal! Veal!
Monday, April 9, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
4/7/2012
I'm jealous of the kid at the ballpark
With his grandpa and his popcorn and his innocence.
I don't have any.
With his grandpa and his popcorn and his innocence.
I don't have any.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Welllll I've finally lost it!
Ants have been aggravating me all year. Even in the dead of winter, there would be three or four meandering around my kitchen. Sometimes they wouldn't be on any food substances...just out for a leisurely stroll on their apparent mission to drive me crazy. I have gassed them with Raid, put out ant baits, sprinkled Boric acid, just started knocking the hell out of them with my bare hands. They. always. come. back.
I started studying them the other day. I wonder how much they are like humans. I wonder if they get in their lil colonies at night and talk about the tragedies they have suffered. I picture them gathered around their sugar-coated "gold" that they have been mining from my house all day. Maybe I'd gassed some of them that day. They would sit around in intense conversation:
"I was right behind Joe heading into the sugar mines this morning! I don't know why he was gassed, and I was spared. It came out of nowhere!"
"Sugar-mining just isn't safe anymore! Just last week Jimbo was crushed, and he had switched shifts with me! It should've been me!"
"I've told the children not to go around the humans, even if they have candy! But candy is so hard to resist! The humans have cannnnnndy..."
"We were lined up outside on the porch in peaceful protest of the rainy morning, and she gassed us! All of us! It was a peaceful demonstration."
"There are little hotels set up for us, but don't go in there! I heard that a member of a neighboring colony carried some Kool-aid home from that hotel, and it wiped out the whole colony."
"They let their offspring burn Susie alive with a magnifying glass. Just. because. they. could."
"Slim was out for a stroll...just minding his own business...wasn't even gathering food, and she mangled him. He'll never work again! And he has all those children..."
"Just when everything seems to be going well, the fist of the gods can smash you to bits."
"My cousins were climbing Mt. Dishcloth, and she water boarded them!"
"Oh yeah? Well she caught my brother stealing a bite of her Poptart, and she FRIED HIM before he even had a trial."
"Atrocities! Something must be done! Tomorrow we march! Tomorrow we invade...all over again! And we keep invading until the barbaric antics have ceased!"
I started studying them the other day. I wonder how much they are like humans. I wonder if they get in their lil colonies at night and talk about the tragedies they have suffered. I picture them gathered around their sugar-coated "gold" that they have been mining from my house all day. Maybe I'd gassed some of them that day. They would sit around in intense conversation:
"I was right behind Joe heading into the sugar mines this morning! I don't know why he was gassed, and I was spared. It came out of nowhere!"
"Sugar-mining just isn't safe anymore! Just last week Jimbo was crushed, and he had switched shifts with me! It should've been me!"
"I've told the children not to go around the humans, even if they have candy! But candy is so hard to resist! The humans have cannnnnndy..."
"We were lined up outside on the porch in peaceful protest of the rainy morning, and she gassed us! All of us! It was a peaceful demonstration."
"There are little hotels set up for us, but don't go in there! I heard that a member of a neighboring colony carried some Kool-aid home from that hotel, and it wiped out the whole colony."
"They let their offspring burn Susie alive with a magnifying glass. Just. because. they. could."
"Slim was out for a stroll...just minding his own business...wasn't even gathering food, and she mangled him. He'll never work again! And he has all those children..."
"Just when everything seems to be going well, the fist of the gods can smash you to bits."
"My cousins were climbing Mt. Dishcloth, and she water boarded them!"
"Oh yeah? Well she caught my brother stealing a bite of her Poptart, and she FRIED HIM before he even had a trial."
"Atrocities! Something must be done! Tomorrow we march! Tomorrow we invade...all over again! And we keep invading until the barbaric antics have ceased!"
Monday, January 30, 2012
Cheers, Ducky! (1/30/2012)
The kids' bubble bath bottle
On the side of the tub
Says "grape soda bubble bath,"
And in French underneath says,
"Soda aux raisins pour enfants."
Soda of the raisins for children?
And there's a yellow rubber ducky,
with a grape on his head,
which kinda looks like a beret.
He's sipping on an alledged soda bottle,
Which kinda looks like wine.
I AM sipping on wine,
And finding him amusing.
Cheers, Ducky, cheers!
Parlez-vous English?
On the side of the tub
Says "grape soda bubble bath,"
And in French underneath says,
"Soda aux raisins pour enfants."
Soda of the raisins for children?
And there's a yellow rubber ducky,
with a grape on his head,
which kinda looks like a beret.
He's sipping on an alledged soda bottle,
Which kinda looks like wine.
I AM sipping on wine,
And finding him amusing.
Cheers, Ducky, cheers!
Parlez-vous English?
Sunday, January 29, 2012
small stone 1/29/12 (cause your girl is on a roll...rock and roll)
It's 5 a.m.,
And I need something from the car.
It's so dark and clear and cold.
No one else is around
(They are all sleeping
On this Sunday morning.)
It would be the perfect time
For aliens to abduct me.
I stare at the skies
And imagine the local gossip
That would be my obituary:
She just disappeared!
She may have left her man,
But she never would've left those kids.
Creative types are flakey
And tend to wander off.
There's that one guy!
That drug addict!
He walks up and down the roads.
Maybe he got her?
Maybe she was abducted by aliens?
Maybe she ran off with Elvis?
Maybe it was the rapture?
Eh...no...she would not make the rapture!
The stars are just so pretty, I think.
And that is what I'd want them to know,
If I disappeared into forever this morning:
The stars were just so pretty today,
But you didn't realize it because you were sleeping.
And I need something from the car.
It's so dark and clear and cold.
No one else is around
(They are all sleeping
On this Sunday morning.)
It would be the perfect time
For aliens to abduct me.
I stare at the skies
And imagine the local gossip
That would be my obituary:
She just disappeared!
She may have left her man,
But she never would've left those kids.
Creative types are flakey
And tend to wander off.
There's that one guy!
That drug addict!
He walks up and down the roads.
Maybe he got her?
Maybe she was abducted by aliens?
Maybe she ran off with Elvis?
Maybe it was the rapture?
Eh...no...she would not make the rapture!
The stars are just so pretty, I think.
And that is what I'd want them to know,
If I disappeared into forever this morning:
The stars were just so pretty today,
But you didn't realize it because you were sleeping.
Go! Go! Goooo buy a motorcycle!
I race in my little car
Up a one-lane country road.
The saplings hang over
And wave their arms to cheer me on.
They throw dried-leaf confetti.
The sycamores shake their pom-poms.
Go! Go! Go!
We are all in agreement that I need a motorcycle.
Up a one-lane country road.
The saplings hang over
And wave their arms to cheer me on.
They throw dried-leaf confetti.
The sycamores shake their pom-poms.
Go! Go! Go!
We are all in agreement that I need a motorcycle.
1/27/2012
Last night's steady rain brought:
Smelly dogs on wet blankets,
(Why do they carry their blankets out into the rain?)
Mud oozing up between patio blocks,
Musty cigarette smoke smells from a million years ago,
The smoker doin' her dyin'.
But inside the grocery store:
Gerber daisies, Valentine's candy and Easter foreplay
Parley beneath florescent lights.
Smelly dogs on wet blankets,
(Why do they carry their blankets out into the rain?)
Mud oozing up between patio blocks,
Musty cigarette smoke smells from a million years ago,
The smoker doin' her dyin'.
But inside the grocery store:
Gerber daisies, Valentine's candy and Easter foreplay
Parley beneath florescent lights.
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