siento un poco raro hoy
como un perro que ha bebido demasiado agua
una casa que acaba de perder una sillon
el mundo llena de nubes

this is all i got

lick-on tattoos,
dust filled oriental rugs

nasty old ratty yellow sweaters
pleather jackets with mustard stains

house plants green

the weather won yesterday
work wins today

and four hundred days from now?

Work versus Play

Who will win?
which is stronger?
trained harder?
quicker to recover?
outlive the other?

tough to say,
but for now,
I'll go with play.

once one starts
it can be difficult to halt
or
take fault
or somersault
back roll
pick up the troll
put him down
eat the greens before the sweets

the two being punished
should be in different rooms
but the little one snuck in to his sister's room
and now they're getting along!
these kids, I tell you what.

they don't know when to quit
leave it be
throw a fit
calmy rightly
shortly quietly
with the intellect
for the sake of bringing people together

sniggle boggs

and this day calls for some time by one's self
warm roasted bean drink
reflection of the beaut.
leave it there mate.
it's worth repetition.
sniggle boggs.

that is a touchy subject
a difficult topic
a beautiful day
leave the sister wiggle in her own pen to play
she doesn't dance with the other pigeons
she doesn't eat the glop she's given
when she starts to behave we'll let her join us to play

and you can tell her mother that she shouldn't stay up so late at night

moisture preventing triumphant spirits
smooth Brazilian rhythms easing the cool
old stresses
new stresses
moving in sync with the second hand
like two pistons
pummeling air pockets to create energy
from bones

banana peel

i just saw a banana peel
falling through the cracks of an earthquake in kentucky
into an hour long car ride
to an office with michael moore
with a nerdy computer fixing man

brightening the day of a putrid odor
a loving putrid odor
i know,
he told me so

friends with a friend who gave the carebare stare for two weeks
until at king arthur's court she forced the two to meet
since then a brownie concoction so sweet
spagh

crickets have spikes on their rears
smack their landing place
though if they land on a banana peel
it is more of a splat

where my attention dwelleth

how much you know?
wanna know more?
i'll give you info
i pulled it out of a box that was rushing down a waterfall
iguazu

oops
i lost the box
i tend to lose things
can't even remember to wash my clothes or shower
or put napkins in bins for the children on thursdays

symbols plastered horizontally for yards
into the infinite left
until i've lost track of the numbers because
a slit of paper popped up that netted my attention
and now it floats, orbiting around the earth

sherbit von kiffling doesn't actually exist

red thistles and bicycles

new form on my blog: spontaneous, audio-visual poetry.

This poetry reaches into the depths of the human spirit and pulls out the most precious jewels that can only be seen through those 3d glasses where one lens is blue and the other red.

This poem can only be properly understood if one has done extensive reading of the famous poet Sherbit Von Kiffling

ode to allergies

thick groggy fluid between skull and skin
mucus filled passages preventing the flow of air
burbly wurbly sounds in the left and right ear
jumpy legs and hot temperatures preventing rest

i got lost in the interweb

I got lost in the interweb
I was looking for my shoes.
I thought I put them by my mailbox,
but I left them by my inbox.
the left part of my web browser

Last saturday night
I drank more than any man should
i woke up in my facebook
in an old profile picture
it felt weird and electric

I got lost in the interweb
when I tried to reach the end of it
I was on the front of every created page
tripping on them like waves

growin up sure ain't easy, paw.
I could chop wood jus fine with the small axe
but that big ole' axe I cain't hardly pick up.
I think I'ma put on a suit and try that for a while.
but if ya need, I can always come back n work on the farm a bit.

I thought that success was a llama

I'm paused before the rush affronts
chilly north winds stopped at my front door
my heater won't let them in
the bergs should be okay, I burn vegetable oil

but the people, that's a totally, whole now for real different story
anticipation and nerves don't phase them in the least
they say, "a word is a word, I gave mine and you follow it!"
and I try - though not always with success

our relationship has changed
he's not who I thought she was
form has either transfigured or mine eyes have been uncovered
as success is not a big, furry, hefty, llama like I thought it was.
I thought that success was a llama.

for every blog post?

WOULD YOU LIKE A TITLE?

this is my blog i make many short posts all at once.

reading the series of events upside-down

painting the scene with soda

metal clanking hollow bat
i've got an old phillies cap
it's red and marked with sweat stains
i wore it for all my kids' games

curly fries and apple pies
chatting with the other kids' parents
concentrating, reserved eyes
hovering over the plate

picking up a 3 leaf clover
unobservant of the pop-up
spits of dirt flying vertically east
mound of white powdery yeast

tornado comes rocks the stadium
suv's speeding away
coca-cola spinning in circles
painting the scene with soda

betty crocker

newness beckons
pulsating rhythms of life
relieve, brightness,
squinting eyes
foreground
background

twig snap
crispness filling insides
shades of blue
farted white
so fresh and so clean

betty crocker rock my life
fill my mouth with buttery delight
i'll live in your cabin you become my wife
pancakes and mountains are pure delight

Could you go an entire 8 months without relaxing?
it's been done.

plurality of mind

obsess for it all
plurality of mind
your end is always good
the home town man says
you will always find success

busy bodies never get anything done
scurrying is counter-productive
hurrying decreases value
worrying paralyzes
chill it down

The top floor is for affection
reserve it
renovate it
develop it
don't let anyone replace it

never lock the laboratory

front porch peace
black book peace
breath of life
too much sugar
too much coffee

life, wait
give me four days
not the same
different future
altered before

take the moment hostage
examine it under a microscope
for as long as it pleases you
then find another
never lock the laboratory

imagination stereotypes

now someone is galloping like goofy
jumped off of a diving board into a pool
splashed a high splash which lept out of the tv screen
got the 50's family's family room carpet wet and the mother gasped
got her vacuum
vacuumed the mess
father laughed
children went to bed
waiting for tomorrow's cartoons

but goofy didn't come on tomorrow.
It was a small spanglish speaking child.
university professors were not happy at all
because cartoons are full of stereotypes

____________

how many ________ can you do in one day?

FIFTEEN!

That is too many. I tried seven once, in one day. It was crazy.
seriously, like, crazy.
like fifteen are you serious?
I'll believe it when I see it but

rethink it.
that is,

_________.....

lily pads

happiness
to counteract grief

exhaustion doesn't smother happiness.

now
that we have that established
lets....

look again!
look at it again!
baha.

running like a gremlin
barking like a dog
running under water
balancing on a log

then falling off into a bunch of lily pads

bowl cut

being in love
with someone who makes you angry
is exhausting
deal with the rubble
do not live under it
feel the outside air
do not remain inside
how important is your freedom
ideal and reality
if it only demands a haircut
i'll take it
but honestly, a bowl cut?

conservabralism

i'm a conservabral
in voting,
but not in living.

I usually think more to the front, less to the back
certainly not left or right
or
up?
down.

draft

I'm afraid that if
I save this as a draft
I'll never want to read it again.
and my thoughts will be in vain.

his ode to the book

"
send books back to their shelves,
I'm going down into the streets.
I learned about life
from life itself,
love I learned in a single kiss
and could teach no one anything
except that I have lived
with something in common among men,
when fighting with them,
when saying all their say in my song
"

- from Pablo Neruda's 'Ode to the Book'

corners

weird that
writing while someone is talking to you
though they never stop
wood grains flow north to south
snow falls east to west
books are read just the back
push through the screen onto the
what

inspiration calls out from
corners

our way of life can flourish

from the forefront of the fight
a letter i must write
to those who offer capital support
and are situated far away

we're winning up here i say
we only lose a few men a day
although the horses have run out of hay
they are feasting on the grassy fields

keep sending us finances please
so we can buy dominating machines
to bring the enemies to their knees
and our way of life can flourish

i hope to visit

gone off into the woods to
start a community made of light
9 heads under one roof
some old
some young

ideas the same as 1894
not that old
contemporary no
different from the old hash policy
not the Quakers
a bit more futuristic

i believe in that
but this also
so rather than join you I say
best of luck, cousin
I hope to visit

i am happy

although the wind has lost its softness
the warm rain has turned to crystal
shades twisted horizontal and florescent lights triumph yet again

i am sincerely happy

wrong time zone

what i have to do
what i have got to do
what they've told me I need to do
what I've decided I need to do
do what needs to be done
finish the tasks that I've begun
leave no projects undone
list of priorities - start with 1

what i want to do
how i want to spend my time
the time i have
what i like to do
what i would want to like to do
what i would like to want to do
do what i want with my time for their happiness
for my happiness
for whose happiness
for what purpose
for what love
for what joke
for what end i have begun

what has happened
what i did
what i tried to do and
what actually took place
and how i thought about what i needed to do
how i liked to think about what needed to be done

what is to come
in every blurp
what i want
what i need
what i done
what will come

what what what what what what what what what what what what what will come
love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love has

it is time to throw away clocks that are set on a different time zone - they don't function for my purposes.

face covered in mud

seen more seas
digested exotic greens
spices linger on the left front portion of their tongue
wisps in C# reverberate in the pockets of their ears
yet is it what they want to hear?

upon reflection
of boats, carrots, stones, tennis, ice cream, tears, and heart break
the old man reached a breach in his conclusions
but decided to think around it
rather than through it

of their reflections I will reflect no longer
of their joys I refuse to envy
in listening to their songs I've lost my own
that's why I don't read Thoreau
to be a ghost of his piano playing disc throwing car washing prose

of these greens i see
i leaf them to be let
fall into the bushes forty feet down
spewed up out of brown liquid
twirling
set down
smiling
face covered in mud

phil collins memorial porch

reflections of microbes bouncing off of green sleek surfaces
traveling seven feet straight to my eyes
being inverted
and stored as a chocolate chip cookie
freshly baked

light white feathers dancing
floating perusing begaffling
all for the reason of which you know
its for you
every time
it is unilaterally and postconstitutionally for you

beautiful weather

leaves ice cream green and red
bubbles winds and hurricanes
planes notes freezers cold days
warm frying pans coffee black and brown
beards dresses dances folklore
language readers beads and old folks
gracious lovers and

beautiful weather

thine world

do what thou wantest
be who thou likest
thou art what thou likes
if thy desirest, ride bikes

thou time is thine own
tis a granted gift to thee
tis a noble task
strivination to be happy

i beckon to thee
please hear my plea
grant thou time as thou desirest
allowing none other to dispense of it

for thy time is thine own
not in entirety
but in partiality
if thou, by example wants to lead
take thy spirit into account
for to shun it would be a grave sin
as greedy as coveting money

go, I say!
thine world is of lack
once empty is filled
space cannot be gotten back

no shirking!

tickling shin hairs with gust of 2 miles per hour

that's relatively quick for someone who never gets to sleep

pockets of relaxation are granted occasionally

but there are many legs to be tickled

hair to be thrown askew

mills to rotate

quite a bit of responsibility

no shirking!

the thickest brown flower

cast aside the berry seeds
for marination they just will not do
inner outer layer of the thickest brown flower
this recipe beckons for to the cooker
as we are the cooker
we obey the recipe

and the search begins

for the thickest brown flower

I've run out of new days!

I've run out of new days!
I woke up and it's 6 years earlier
to the T
i lost my beard
my voice is higher
and I have to get ready to catch the school bus!

I've run out of new days!
now I'm 10 years in the future
but I knew this would happen
like I've lived it before
not experienced but known
in some brain travel way

I've run out of new days!
The sun is still yellow!
dear me dear my oh no
I thought that it would change colors
but it's the exact same as yesterday
ive run out of new days

new fruit salad

is there ever an opportune time to tell someone something they don't want to hear?
when the apples may turn brown or the lemon juice ran out?
new ingredient work trumps failed fruit salad
and living next to a grocery store makes things much easier.
even refreshing.
fun.

HEEREEE WE GOOO AAAGGGAAAAINNNNN!!!!!
YYYYYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!

HERREEE WEE GOOOOO!!!

YYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

a pebble into orbit

time to mold some happy waves
space to lift some chins
beats to rhythmically swiftly jive
sliding joyously left and right

the sun lives to warm the sparrows
the upstroke remains to raise eyebrows
playing it hard and fast and slow
freezing the section stopping all but eyes

180 beat per minute
enough to make anyone smile
ride the bronze as long as you like
throwing and laughing as hard as you can
a pebble into orbit

my feat

i can run faster than a cheetah
I can climb quicker than a squirrel
I'm revolving 365 miles per hour
outpacing the spin of the world
so fast
but I can hardly feel it
so good
i'm gonna keep it
just a few more feet until
i finish my feat
and then i'll rest for a while

swimming along somewhere else to play

beauty,
goodness interconnected
shapes of all sounds and makes
proving comfort of the most tangible kind
affectionate kind
loving kind

flying through baked goods like muffins and scones
hearing jazz cats play off the charts tones
living in a world that needs no bleached bones
i found it just last week

i thought that it didn't exist
was told that trees were a thing of the past
or that they would be soon
and

that politics were the end all be all
and
that work was slave to politics
and
that places only existed as far as I've known
and

it is wonderfully magnificent to find out when i'm wrong
about black lines and white lines and limits of vegetables
delving diving and staying in
wading for as long as desire remains
then swimming along somewhere else to play

cranberry shpeech

there is juice is my speech today
I drank cranberry for breakfast
now it's leaking from my teeth
in moments least expected

speaking to an elder
guiding a young lad
calling in the horses
or when drinking juice of another flavor - when they mix it tastes funny

shpeech is shtarting to shound different
witsch craberries all over the plasche
bleeking shlammer my nough con deemin
dish ish de end of my cranberry shpeech

the language i live in

a change every three minutes
quicker than the sharpest consonant
drawn out effects longer than the dullest vowel
that is the language I live in

my own and hers
but made by those guys
just a group of pronouns
because specifics are tough to remember

glorious, full, undiscovered beauty
amazing how well they did
with age I may know a few limitations
but that never stopped me before

that is the language i live in
green, gray, audible inflections
to reiterate, I'll type it again
this is the land i live in

i don't know why

right around the block
there is a carpet hanging in the air
and I don't know why

in front of the library
I saw a bike pedaling itself around a tree
but no one stopped to watch

during a college professor's lecture
three students turned their heads and cried
but I don't know why

music whooshes blim n beck

music whooshes blim n beck
runs past my handles up to my neck
flips off the edge of my hair
elevates my feet five feet in the air yes

bundles up energy packets
condenses smaller than a cubic centimeter
books it to the sides of my head
and slams me down on my ankles

scrubby, uncensored thinking motions
because the stones I see are blue gray
floofing around the squared walkway
music is in my way

trees are worth a thousand seeds

trees are worth a thousand seeds
honey made by a million bees
bark peeled off into my coffee
to make it a bit less bitter

I take my coffee dark and sweet
all natural ingredients
like cumin, bossa nova, chocolate leaves
and the sweet yellow goo
from honey suckle flowers

september song

hello september song
I think you've been right all along
I concede to your ways of thinking
and apologize for the extra work I've made you do
you see
it passes
sometimes
to me
too

i sing to and for you song
the sake of your being still and alive
rowing, ceasing, beginning, loving
all of these dirts for the love of the earth

nuked food

hello g'day we meet again how thoughtful of you to stop by while i was mixing up some leftovers in a blender to make a special kind of pie that will last all week in my freezer

and only need a little bit of nukin' to make it edible.

anytime you want my nuked leftovers, just grab a ticket and get in line - it won't take any longer than about 7 minutes to get your food.

muuuaaahhhhaaahhhaaa!!!!

which moments draw you into writing

qualitative lifestyle

must do your work well!
even if lots
bar can't be dropped
prop it up with some caffeine
but don't forget to take walks!

who doesn't like walks?
5 hour walks?
and chillin on a porch
on a couch
near a bush
in the sun
with the birds

and then there is the guitar
the pleasant, waiting mass of wood and nylon
that sits patiently
waiting
waiting
for the day when priorities include him in the mix

when will time be my friend
when my mind settles in
and allows itself to forget
of the meter which is used to measure
and apply the language that is used to interpret
more important in this case

some people live quantitative lives
others live qualitative lives

beaut

good eve
morn
afterneen

it's been a beaut day
now my belly is bloated
from drinking so many bubbles
air
n water
n syrup
ewy goo

sleep time, waka
please leave the other times down
and put your head down
for to sleep in the night
in the beaut night

flying pedestrian = bicycler