He's crackers, and a wanker too!

   
   "He's crackers, and a wanker too!"  
   
Went to my robed priest during the days of jr. high--
Blessed myself and humbly kissed the sky;
Next, in the confessional booth, I meekly said:
"Father, I used my body unwisely, and I wish I was among the living dead."
The reverent priest asked if it was with myself or with others,
And I coolly confessed it was with myself, watching Night Court under the covers;
Indeed, Markie Post's pantyhose-glistening legs did my lubricated puberty make,
Yet lathered in Irish Spring I cleansed away the carnal mistake;
Alas, after Reagan did Clinton legislate women to remove their fishnet stockings,
Actually saving me from mysterious X-ray longings. 


God Bless Selma Diamond and Bull . . .

NASHVILLE-LAND

   
   "NASHVILLE-LAND"  
   
Dodging Buford T. Justice in Hot Pursuit--
But hell--I didn't thieve no loot;
Anyway, dragged my coyote ugly into Brewhouse West,
Got a Bud Heavy and took in the rest;
Specifically, a well-crafted bartender busty in the heart,
Craving my intestinal tract to have another beer and start
Downloading her fixed boobies into my 12 year old brain,
Playing with the information like T.S. Eliot did his wastelanding cane.  
  
  

Coxswain, lacking firm, symmetrical cutlass

   
   "Coxswain, lacking firm, symmetrical cutlass"
   
They royally raised me from salting sea biscuits since a luscious lass--
Now:  a hooked coxswain, never iceberging, yet anchoring hooked near an island's grass;
Alas, I watch the Jack o' Cups admire the mighty 6-pounders,
And I never holystone the poop deck as if the landlocked founders;
Still, when glancing starboard into the Moon-kissed sea,
I experience male envy--wishing I could unsheath the sabre, dropping in a well-aimed pee.  
  

Chronic Pain And American Theocracy

   
   "Chronic Pain And American Theocracy"   
  
Believing your "large and in charge" morality heals--
You should sense how an agonizing bowel evacuation of bloody anemia feels;
Moreover, "plant life" is the mysterious synergy of life and death,
But those Darwinian folk fit--they believe it all to be like the wickedly jury-rigged meth  
Till they have crippling OCD with Tics that suck social thoughts into a quasi-telepathic brain,
Making an abused mind feel like Mitt Romney's dog strapped on a car or bullet train;
Regardless, the mystic crank William Blake birthed poetry for their flaws, kinda/sorta singing:
"The moral christian is the cause for the unbeliever and their laws."   

WASP--the unappreciated

   
   "WASP--the unappreciated"

May Howard the Duck
Bring you aquatic luck;
Moreover, Wasp (Janet van Dyne)  
Is short brown hair and Hershey Bar eyes so fine;
Hence, seek sometimes the virtue of a woman in the vice squad,
Unless she moonlights as a Hong Kong bawd;
Regardless--Wasp deserves a hint of comic-kind adoration
From us compulsive fans, usually submitting to a more "Busty" superheroine fixation.

Surmising Benign Cosmetic Surgery

   
   "Surmising Benign Cosmetic Surgery"
  
A nice, little nip or aqua-lipo suck here and there--
As long as not chasing the euphoria, which births despair.
Truly, members of my extended family can't manifest facial expression,
Yet my cackle of crazy reserves not any objection;
Moreover, the well-groomed Secretary of State Kerry
Is better off for not being the  high-jinks of Vice-Presidential cotton-candy;
Alas, cloned from Lincoln in a secret government lab--I do surmise,
Reflecting the physical image of President Abe--long reach + a no-mustache beard could rise.  

Chief Mojo Risin'

   
   "Chief Mojo Risin'"
   
Don't judge Chief Mojo Risin' 
Till you've walked
Two Moons in his moccasins.
*
Awkward Iowa, yet awesome.  A singular counter.
President knocked the skin off the ball last night.
Still, $15,000 a year, and less, kinda/sorta grand slam.
Regardless:  Imagination & Hard Work offer capable synergy.  One without the other amounts to hard knocks.
Moreover, everybody has a story to tell--EVERYBODY.
*
Here is a pic of the Wheaten Terrier & the moccasins (washed monthly) I've worn religiously for the last three years save a few exceptions.
Too:  America is still Boss!   

Supergirl and Bush League education

   
   "Supergirl and Bush League education"
  
Some folk prefer the full bush
Instead of well-manicured ivy allowing a superior action into mundane push;
Moreover, some folk fancy that their shit never stinks--
To think yours doesn't crafts a myriad of phony finks--
We are America--never dictated by singular reason,
Yet alive in the rainbow glow of every different, shimmering season!!!
Thus, what makes any soul better?
Wise humility and gentle acknowledgment of a buxom babe in tight-knit sweater.  
  

OCD with Scarlet Tics

   
   "OCD with Scarlet Tics"   
   
On New Year's Eve, at the descent of the Times Square Ball among the Big Apple, 
If the mental imagery is macabre--I use Jack Daniel's to spike my peach tea Snapple,
Having a one year ruination by way of inheriting weird, telepathic saturation;
Next, to possibly blurt out profane utterance, considered freakish, even in a 1st Amendment Nation;
Thus, I strip to slick bikini and let the boys offer a stare,
Knowing:  be myself, and chill the hot visions with a coolly remembered icy glare.   

Bobby Rook

   
   "Bobby Rook"  
   
Read Huck Finn when sweet sixteen,
Skipping school with smarts from the teachers so mean,
Folks went Southwards from the Union Blue,
Anchoring in Dixie where passion does brew,
Letting me learn in any old way,
Putting hay on the floor during Christmas Day,
Daddy don't mind a mess here and there,
If I beat my drum towards things I care--
Never wanna leave this creek and moon
That double-dates Dixie till the Sun does croon . . .
  
Bobby Rook

Failed Country Music Song; plus, the Wheaten Terrier

   
   "Failed Country Music Song; plus, the Wheaten Terrier"  
   
Look'n at the cross, hanging on the wall--
Jesus ain't dead but He thrives and all--
Come down here, to Dirty South Grand,
Meet some fellas growing grass on the land--
They ain't bad, got motors in their yard,
Love thy neighbor who tries so hard,
I ain't gone--some Yankee in my heart,
But down in Nashville my beat did start.

*******

Not to dis pulsating poetasterism,
Yet the Wheaten walks me!!!  Sometimes into Tennessee, sink-hole chasm;
Alas, if I don't smoothly brush her cotton-candyish hair,
It attracts a mess of leaves, sticks, and wintry, brown grass--she then tracks in our lair;
Thus, to spoil the Wheaten with healthy fish in a kinda/sorta pond,
Offers Canis lupus familiaris a pack-fueled bond.   
  

Nashville Daybreak in the park; plus, a Wheaten Terrier

    
   "Nashville Daybreak in the park; plus, a Wheaten Terrier" 
  
A rise outta fading Moon
Towards relaxation--resonating our blessed boon--
Now:  Daystar ignited on wintry Nashville morn
Until Exxon buys the Sun with hyper-capitalistic scorn;
Regardless, somethings are (with noble attempt) magnanimously free,
And after wending the Wheaten alongside the foxy, Little Harpeth River, it like a creek--
I pilot the scrappy V-6 as swift as my gaseous tract,
As if a girl thinking herself scorned does launch an attack,
And the potty-rooms are locked to keep the illegals out,
Though they might have meticulously cleansed it with compulsive clout;
Otherwise, a shimmering pubic hair, curled sooooo grotesque,
Would further freak my inspired and multi-woven complex.    
  

Scooby-Doolicious

   
   "Scooby-Doolicious"
  
Scooby-Doo, "Shaggy" Rogers, and da Gang
Outshine with symmetrical, swing-set oscillation CSI and their pseudo-investigative Tang;
Specifically, just cause blood or tissue is left at a crime scene
Doesn't axiomatically conclude that it was left by That Person's mien;
Indeed, like esoteric investigator/mystery author, CASTLE--
Scooby knows that solving a mystery can be an imaginative hassle. 

  

soeur Sourire. Too, Blessed Are The Confessors

   
   "soeur Sourire.  Too, Blessed Are The Confessors"
   
A moving movie is SPEECH sometimes sweetly unbridled,
Able to "point of view" without emasculation enabled;
Indeed, la Nonne, deserves HONOR so elegantly, at least, quasi-divine,
For hers is a climatically-chaste-life so fine;
Thus, don't restrict as does the word "conservative"--
It's an antonym for LIBERTY that does in magnanimous men thrive and live.
Like King David--the fiercely, loving Bard of mystic song,
Or "MARS ATTACKS!" with Jack Nicholson offering:  "Can't we ALL just get along?" 

WOLF MOON, JANUARY 2015

   
   "WOLF MOON, JANUARY 2015" 
  
CANIS LATRANS, American Jackal, Brush Wolf, or just:  COYOTE
Packs spotted last night in Williamson County--Franklin, Tennessee.
Attention:  No random killing; counterpoised mutt already paid 90,000 in past, yearly fee;
Plus, myriads more domesticated dogs have killed over the Earthy, American Sea,
And the trickster coyote isn't a crazed coydog running wild on Buffy's Vampire TV;
Hence, an independent canid, not vermin, deserve the United States of Free.
* * * *
Yes, a spirit of survival for CANIDAE, sometimes nuisance worthy; nevertheless, as the mystical poet Blake crooned:  "The fox condemns the trap, not himself."  

The Cyborg Flowering

   "The Cyborg Flowering"

Implantation of tech cured
The physical exodus into graveyard--soon obscured;
Specifically, the dualistic entity of man and his child--machine,
Rivals the society of immortals aware of magic's dream;
Indeed, now:  Robotic Perception into Mythical Fairyland,
And communication unearthly--with members of The Celestial Band--
Verily, humanity is birthing itself a deity,
Mining elements to collectively flee the cold grasp of destined Hades. 

 

Sweet Sublimity--Haunting American South

   
   "Sweet Sublimity--Haunting American South"
  
Alas, Neil Young appears non-smug, yet victorious--
Pigskin Bama and their gym teacher fall mightily, with echo-location chorus;
Moreover, pride is rebellion against the Gods
And their truly artistic craft of our burdensome, though necessary, Lincoln Logs;
Thus, a whiff of Liberty here and there,
Like a singular brownie and Bud Heavy (or 2 or 3) offer no despair--
Remember the Carolinas, part of the righteous revolution as well,
When in 1776 did Crazy Europeans first freedom smell--
So construct a campfire, and keep it aglow,
For catfish cook'n on the creek-water--even Florida do Yankees like to go.
We are individuals--yet one--
Aware of historical vibration merits tolerance without incarcerated, burnt buns.  

The Multiple Aspects Of Rob Lowe

   
   "The Multiple Aspects Of Rob Lowe"  

They were soon to label my mild-mannered weird--GIMP;
Indeed, late 20's, a rotten gut, and bizarrely limp;
Moreover, shopping with my parental units at a mall in corrupt Tennessee--
I held in my socially phobic need to furiously pee,
Wandering away from my folks, attempting to look independent and busy;
Next, a grizzly-bearded giant found a withered me,
Offering:  "You sir--this is the big and tall section--
You do not qualify being here with noble mention."
Alas, with mercury I retreated, like a "Painfully Awkward" Rob Lowe,
Pondering if "Scrawny Arms" were about to sprout and grow--
DandyLeeDixie, what to do?
Unearth theme song to FROZEN, evacuating a well-moved clue.  

Nuclear, Reagan Pantyhose

   
   "Nuclear, Reagan Pantyhose"
   
   Black versus White--people unable to see gray, possibly, spiritually color blind.  Too, I've studied pantyhose (tights/sheer hosiery) in the 1980's.  Classy Tuff Guy, Shoot 'Em Up movie President, Mr. Ronald Reagan allowed women to look elegant in pantyhose on the Television and Big Screen. President Bill Clinton removed, with the potent influence of the 1960's, pantyhose from women's legs. And, I miss Tina's Turner's MTV, Cat-Like Divine.
   
   Also:  Nuclear Power is like the Gods.  Caution--if Romantic Lovefall with them.  Revere, knowing:  They have transcended physical shallowness, yet it thrives with them, possibly.  Thus, adore them with total respect, and don't try to establish Equal Rights with them, at least not until we colonize the Creamy Milky Way.
  
   Training to be a paperboy, late 1990's, Ex-Army dude drove.  We saw desirable, brunette lady aglow with black stockings, sitting on the Mall Loading Dock, puffing on a coffin nail.  With Army Wisdom--he informed my guilt:  "Boy--she wants you to look."  True, unless you're not a guy she might be into.
  
   Next, you get a restraining order; then, she gives delicious lovemake to the brutish cop who arrested you.  They have a decade of romantic bliss while you do probation; nevertheless, once their child inherits Zodiac Enlistment, you drink the milk of their offspring, and are as behaved and sublime as they craft the resurrected coyote.