Sunday, August 21, 2011

ADVICE

Jimmy, whatever you are doing, keep doing it. You look great!

Donovan, whatever you are doing: stop.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Thursday, August 18, 2011

VACANT LOT

Nobody misses a good vacant lot like I do.
I remember staring at the insurance building for hours.
I sat down right across the street and just sighed.
I sighed so much that I thought I was going to cry.
I wondered what happened to the weeds.
And that little bush that was so pretty.
There used to be a beautiful yellow bird.
Before you know it, I was coughing blood.
That yellow bird once said: blood tastes just
like old fashioned cherry cough drops.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Monday, August 08, 2011

I NEVER TOLD THIS TO ANYONE BEFORE

But my, that is a big face.

HALF A MUSTACHE

Yves Tanguy is the only guy in the world who
was a surrealist and looked like a surrealist.

Except for Man Ray
and Kurt Schwitters
and Hans Arp.

Salvador Dali looked just like Salvador Dali.

And Max Ernst was a surrealist but he looked like
a super male model. And you know what? Max Ernst
just got better looking every year. Mmm Mmm Mmm.

And poor, poor Yves Tanguy just looked more surrealistic
every year. Eventually all that was left was one big old
broad swatch of hair sticking out and one broad old
swatch of blue that made everyone in the museums
point and say WHAT? in certain languages.

If the surrealists taught us anything, it was that
you can be polite on the surface of the moon,
guns are filled with pink feathers, and its’ perfectly
OK to wear half a mustache to the ball.

Max Ernst could say this: You may say that
everything is handsome.

I feel bad about Yves Tanguy.

But Max didn’t say that - he was too handsome.

Max said: I am too handsome.

Man Ray
and Kurt Schwitters
and Hans Arp
didn’t say:

I am too handsome.

Or

I feel bad about Yves Tanguy.

No, I said that.

LOST CEREALS

This little cub shoots his peppermint pistol
into awaiting pops. Glory is his blue cowboy
hat and boots. Magic is what like stars comes out
of his six shooter like white stars of magic forever.

LOST CEREALS

This bear shows his muscles
and his green tie and white collar.
His oats are tender. His muscles are OK.

LOST CEREALS

His tiny red top hat is made tinier
by his huge velvet green bow tie.
He is a clown with blue lips and waves
of red hair and yet bald with a funny red
nose but just look at the spoon of sugar
krinkles just look at his normal and
fleshy hands.

LOST CEREALS

His body is red and his nose is big.
He plays his guitar filled with
cinnamon flavored twists.
He offers you a head of potatoes.

MY ONLY THEORY

I think everybody has grey hair.
Find a friend and stare at him
for forty or fifty years.

Sunday, August 07, 2011

HEARTBREAK


I hate Mexico.
Hershey’s has moved
from Pennysylvania.

I love Pennsylvania!
Guess where Hershey’s
is now? Monterey.

Monterey, Mexico.
I hate Mexico.
Do you know those

commercials where
you are skiing down
snow capped mountains

eating a York Peppermint
Pattie? Well, now you are
in Mexico and your Peppermint

Pattie is filled with dust and
smells of burros viejos
and you are dreaming

of snow capped mountains
and chocolate that hasn’t
melted in your ski glove

and chocolate kisses
and skiing on mountains
with snow on them

and then for some reason
your parents are telling
you to hurry up and

get in the car so we
can go to Burger King
before they died

MAKES ME HAPPY BUT THIS IS A LONG TIME AGO BUT STILL IT MAKES ME HAPPY

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