"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"
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"
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.
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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"
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-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"
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"
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.
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Yes, a spirit of survival for CANIDAE, sometimes nuisance worthy; nevertheless, as the mystical poet Blake crooned: "The fox condemns the trap, not himself."
