I CAN'T HELP IT

This girl walks her boxer here all the time. I always laugh when I see it and wave and make all sorts of noises. She thinks I want to talk to her, really, but I just love that boxer. I don't really want to talk to her at all and I don't like dogs, but I do love this boxer. I mean, he's not a Sugar Ray Robinson boxer. He is just a plain boxer. He has a red leash that is wet and gross and there he goes he's running down the street now and she is yelling.

NO WAY

Did I have the dream, or did
the dream have a cup of tea.
It is unseasonably warm, and
that was my dream.

IT'S JANE SEYMOUR'S BIRTHDAY

It’s Jane Seymour’s birthday today, and the Paper said she is 61, and it showed a picture of her looking beautiful. That can’t be her now, I thought, and so I looked her up. I typed in “Jane Seymour + Old” and I got the same beautiful pictures. I typed in “Jane Seymour + Over-The-Hill” and I got more beautiful pictures and even one with her naked. Oh, and she was beautiful. I typed in “Jane Seymour + Dead” and I got the third wife of Henry VIII and death by puerperal fever due to a bacterial infection on October 24, 1537, which was my Dad’s birthday and the day Jane Seymour died the one who wasn’t very attractive. Yuck, I thought, ugly, and then I had a great idea. I looked up “Jane Seymour + Yuck” and I got a book called YUM: A TALE OF TWO COOKIES with two cute kitty cats in overalls and many pictures of Jane Seymour in red dresses. I am getting warm, I thought. And it is surprising how often Jane Seymour wears red dresses. And the next pictures I came up was of Anthony Quinn, who looked young and virile, and filled with lust.

PORTRAIT OF AN ARTIST AS A YOUNG DOG

W.H. Auden.

DEAR EDWARD GOREY

Dear Edward Gorey,

Is this book gone forever?

Signed,

Crispy Flotilla

1100 WORDS YOU SHOULD KNOW

the reporter DIVULGED while the person became FRACTIOUS. His EGREGIOUS behavior brought a REPROACH to his mother. He refused to the rash about his PROPENSITY for IMBIBING. meanwhile, CHICANERY.

SOMETIMES I LET OTHER PEOPLE SAY THINGS INSTEAD OF ME

AND I WAS DAZZLED

And then I thought, I would like to have a Mercedes Benz if they were free.

SKY DIARY

The entire time I was in the air, I was trying to identify the bird that had me in its talons but I couldn’t do it. I felt stupid, and yet exhilarated on what seemed like a windy day.

WAIT!

Isn't this where the Beatles froze their hienes off when they were recording LET IT BE?

LITTLE MICHAEL JAGGER

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEOjV3Q4OJE&feature=related

THINGS I UNDERLINED IN AESCHYLUS' THE SUPPLIANTS MONDAY NIGHT

A congregation glittering, bizarre in alien robes and diadems.

I claim in proudly through a childblessed cow.

All heregathered are your lords. Praise them with trembling. Settle in their cleanness.

A pitying of doves who know hawkfear.

On this voyage of women who set sail where Nile twists through saltpolished sand.

We fly before we were pinioned over a trembling sea.

They say He took bull's form and covered her.

Sea's blue night will heal over slashing, black oars.

My voice is the wail of all funerals.

A VISITOR FROM HAWAII

It makes me feel nice and warm and breezy.

THE ALT SIDE OF GUMBY

Art Clokey explores the peacock, rolling things, stair objects and FreudClams.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQxWL2ugDl0

I THINK

I think this is William Carlos Williams. I am so glad that he got to touch a palm tree. I am sad that he never wrote about the experience of touching a palm tree. I understand, though, because touching a palm tree is nothing special, although some say it is a very spiritual experience. They say: when you touch a palm tree, you should remove your hat, like you do in church and fancy houses.

The Grand Plié Poems

#1

MY DOG DIED LAUGHING LAST NIGHT

It’s the way he would have wanted to go.
I was in the kitchen executing a grand plié.
He was in the kitchen too. At his water bowl.
He stopped drinking from his water bowl.
Nobody thinks that I am elegant.

#2

BALLERINAS LOOK LIKE FROGS

Ballerinas look like frogs when they
execute a grand plié at the barre.

Usually they are wearing black
or pink.

Their flesh is somewhat brown.

But otherwise they look like frogs.

Frogs that have decided to try
something new.

Although it isn’t really that new
for frogs.

Today there is nothing new for frogs
in the world of ballet.

Abigail Adams asked John Adams for many things
for her children, but only one thing for herself.

A green umbrella from Paris.

I would like that umbrella if nobody else wants it.
If it still is green and from Paris. If it ever was.