Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Cheshirium

Dreams in the Catnip Forest

gold tooth
rhumba between decks
fur ball ricochet
I has found the mouse planet
fabled green-cheez moons
riverz run cream

Monday, September 28, 2009

I suppose you're going to tell me atoms were real too

In the cold time
our descendents will
count themselves lucky
to find a proton.

Back in the day,
the old folks will tell youngsters,
we had protons to burn!

No one will believe them.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

GM solo

the clouds are frowns


after the change
I greened
up always have
loved food but
facultative heterotrophy means
never having to say you're hungry

Saturday, September 26, 2009

no special reason, just sayin

A fib

red
red
roses
violets
blue sweet sugar is
I'd love you but the line's too short

Friday, September 25, 2009

future archeology

“New Yor”

artifact of
unthinkable antiquity
impression in shale
below the carbon layer
unknown language

Thursday, September 24, 2009

if NASA had humor

Standup in Space

so
a
shuttle
couples to
the ISS which
later gives birth to 6 commsats

I'm drivin' a big ol' truck

You want something with that fruit salad? My latest story http://www.dailycabal.com/2009/09/take_it_on_the_lime.html

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The mad chef Ju-liyah al Fire Hazred

That is not cooked, which can eternal fry
And in strange kitchens, don't you turn it up to “high”

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

non-genre meop

Murder my mother?
Whatever for?
I'm in no hurry;
Time will displace her for me.
Soon enough
She'll be safe underground,
Me left behind
To manage her wealth,
Her ring as my symbol
Of power legit,
So murder my mother?
Pshaw, not a bit!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

maybe next year we'll forgive

note to RMN

imprisoned in the
Circle of corrupt politicians
you're still a bastard

too much melamine?

Chinese spectral pens

at
last
I could
afford one
for myself but when
did my saintly Mother God rest
her immortal soul learn to write fluent Mandarin?

Friday, September 18, 2009

dreamku

peace is a box of dirt
the Sun
stop dreaming

bye

water lilies bloom
you outblue forget-me-nots
scattered on the bank

Thursday, September 17, 2009

wake up

graves yawn
with a groan and bats scatter
tracks lurch in snow

my latest story online

http://www.dailycabal.com/ -- "Princess Tulip Ariel Jade -- flash fiction

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

brains, he gestured

The Cockney zombie

Gore blimey, he screamed
if one can do so
in a voiceless, rotten
hulk

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Monday, September 14, 2009

hermaphrophilia

Worm people
blaze their own trails
eat most everything they meet
don't consider
"go **ck yourself"
an insult
but a recognition
of acrobatic skill

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Saturday, September 12, 2009

hands-on museum tanka

the artificial world
recapitulates history
all of it
I like the meteor strikes
especially the last

Thursday, September 10, 2009

my new nano fiction

http://twitter.com/7x20/status/3885955326

safety precautions FAIL

gumdrop gargantua leave
pinnacles of chocolate
in the Wonka mine
in case of mine collapse
be prepared
to breathe under syrup

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

that's cwaaazy!

Take it on the lime

window jump
hand steady on the green
pebbly surface
heavy feet on the stair
vessel rises toward orchard

DN 84 update

mailed some overseas & contrib copies. The rest of those & subscriber copies ready & waitin 4 next paycheck.

nanofic-o-th-day

http://twitter.com/7x20/status/3861682050

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Friday, September 4, 2009

Tanka for Global Warming

Inuit Farmers

harvesting
midnight sun cucumbers
arctic pickles
give thanks daily for the warmth
our ancestors bequeathed us

Thursday, September 3, 2009

can't get good help

Fell Waldo said leave
none alive and so twas done
who then ate his heart?

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

poem at Ideomancer

http://ideomancer.com/main/ideoMain.htm

The dead king of midnight

kids today

Disrespectful


Uncle stands guard
every day, right out front
raiders would have to
go through him to get to us

of course, the last time,
one of his arms broke clean off

after,
we cremated it,
but we'd have to shatter him
to get the rest of him loose

even then
the feet would stay
seems like it would be wrong
to just leave a pair of full boots
stuck in the yard

we don't want to be

New story

http://www.dailycabal.com/2009/09/your_real_partner.html

Happy birthday, Dad!