Foolish Monkey

Foolish Monkey
MAGIC TOWN where the old never die, Connecticut,
January 31
*************************** "I find that I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain" -Red in The Shawshank Redemption by Stephen King *************************** WARNING: I like to noodle. can't resist. and once is never enough either. ***************************

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JUNE 29, 2012 10:10AM

for all the beautiful horses

evening grazing 2

oh my beautys

may our lush bodies never fail

for we fly to the heavens of earth

wind pressing breast

cooling blood that fiercely pounds

through hoof and heart

spurring us on

faster! faster! 


and you know I cannot bear to… Read full post »

JUNE 14, 2012 10:56AM

I have flown


the blackest nights

and lived a thousand years

while the heaviness of heaven

weighs upon

weighs upon


raw within

screaming in fear

I am the bird falling

from all hells above

that endless where

wings have no loft

air so cold

it forbids



look to the godsRead full post »

JUNE 12, 2012 11:49AM

Sitting ducks, American style

Here in LaVida Locaville, life is pretty much what you'd expect from any working class town during a depression, businesses coming and going, housing values at best flatlined, at worst in a slow, steady decline.   We are in a holding on for dear life pattern.  
JUNE 2, 2012 6:57AM

whassup in locaville


according to the news, the world is coming to an end again. 

I am constipated.  

recently I fell in love with a male from the house of Morgan 

I offer him carrots.  he snorts then butts me with his head.  

nothing changes.



not him but closeRead full post »


This is a continuation of a discusson inspired by a terrific piece by Jeanette Demain entitled:  Breasturants, Hypocrisy and Sexual Kitsch
In response I wrote (retitled as): OPEN CALL: gettin' back to tits and ass American Style 

PhyllisRead full post »

This is an expansion of my comment in response to a great piece by Jeanette Demain, that started it all titled:  Breasturants, Hypocrisy and Sexual Kitsch.  Phyllis suggested this as an OPEN CALL: so I'm comin' at you.  OPEN CALL: from toddlers to women, getin' back to that good oRead full post »

pain smh_com_au WQ

 my brain hurts today. 


"we are not able to put this right, all this wacky shit!  and after trying to piece it into something cohesive and then finding out we needn't have bothered, we're collectively, proactively pissed!"

  "SO! being we're stuck here in your fuck… Read full post »




Behold!  the most delicous sugar free cookies in the world! 


Now  that I’m regularly whipping up ricotta cheese in my little kitchen - which btw, is the easiest thing in the world to do, I am compelled by frugal duty to followup with recipRead full post »

snuck up on me she did

I wuz mindin my own bizness ya know

when all of a hot damn lickity

comes this fancyshmancy


I didn’t ask for it, see?

I didn’t sit around like I do now

tryin to stoke… Read full post »


Some here have commented they enjoy reading the process of creating a poem, so I thought I'd show the work of this one in particular in my blog, since I'm working on it anyway.  

Doing this allows me to keep track of all my changes (most of themRead full post »



there was once a shaggy child who dreamed

of pink and white pinafores

and sweetly starched crinolines

such a scruffy thing with holes in her shoes

and square peasant hands

far too angry, crying too easily



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APRIL 9, 2012 3:17PM

Art is (for Zanelle)



some say that art

is a fart

of the heart

for the smart by the crazy

also the lazy


some bouyant, some sinky

some crayon, some inky

can be warm as a minky

making patrons all thinky

 … Read full post »

APRIL 2, 2012 11:40AM


There was once a shaggy child who dreamed

 Of pink and white pinafores and

 Sweetly starched crinolines of another time

She cried too easily

Who made this annoying child?

Who could be a friend to her?

Such a scruffy thing with holes in… Read full post »

MARCH 31, 2012 2:41PM

America is my father's eyes

America is my child father

And his young mother

Setting off to float away at last

To another world

Their hearts playing a song so soothing

They would hold hands and sway together

To the wake of the ocean

Lulled to close eyes

To dream… Read full post »

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be… Read full post »
MARCH 23, 2012 11:17AM

one of a million million innocents


 monkey nonsense



Who are these bastards?

Riding the wake

Four horsemen at dusk

Our children in their sights



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This is a repost  dedicated to Ben Sen who wrote a most excellent St Patrick's Day post called A St. Patrick's Day Valentine, about working in an Irish bar. My poem was written a couple of years back for a St Patrick's Day open call. It's been rewritten and tweeked so many times,/Read full post »


Having had the privilege of knowing an alchy or two I can tell you, they don't last a long time in any kind of shape. 

Well, they can but it’s rare.  Charles Bukowski lasted more than 70 years, probably because he was smart enough to stay a drunk.

See… Read full post »


I used to drive those trucks so hard

and for so long that

my right foot would

go dead from pushing down on the


delivery after delivery,

14 hours at a time

for $1.10 per hour

under the table,

upRead full post »

MARCH 11, 2012 6:33PM

I want to be like Charles Bukowski



I want to be like Charles Bukowski

But I don’t want a gnarly hide


That I am 

I want to be smooth where I’ve never been

I want to be happy where I’ve never been

I want to be all the… Read full post »


My daughter in law, a kind soul gave me a terrific book about poetry and spirituality called "Saved By a Poem" by Kim Rosen. (My atheism stymies some of my loved ones.) (I have to smile at that.)

In addition to some helpful information, the book discusses the origins of… Read full post »

MARCH 9, 2012 10:40AM

walking blind


I try not to become lost 
to stay the path
but there are such warm and airy moments when
my skin is a tickle, a warm wrap of goosefeathers and velvet and
I become giddy 
for I am alive


 I think why not?
it is only a game,… Read full post »

I'm posting this publicly because I'm hoping others will stop helping you do this to yourself however inadvertantly.  if you insist on posting provocative blogs, well, you're an adult and there's nothing anyone can do except to ignore you and them.  

as I see it, just when this ridiculous d… Read full post »

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the kiss

in circular motion

might be compulsion

or magic more or less 

grand opera or mere biology perhaps


(oh perhaps not)

yet when I press this tongue these lips this warm

and cunning mouth

placing it

just so


in yours Read full post »

MARCH 6, 2012 3:50PM


1. Your main trait:  See…this is when I know I’m in trouble because with me, there isn’t any “one” main trait. I’m quirky but I’m also so hellbent on being logical.  So even when I’m creative thinking, whatever I come up with has to be gRead full post »