dance floor

It was that plump rump
that turned my eye.
It would not be seen on another guy,
and it really made me jump.

That boy could dance
putting emotion in the motion
in spiriting rotation
in a Lady Gaga trance.

Human frailties

When God put humans on this blue planet,
he created quite an experiment.

Monsters

What quivered me
long ago
now seem entertaining.

But monsters now
are human grown:
the fears of our
inventing.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

Comedy. Philosophy. Poetry.

Comedy. Philosophy. Poetry.
Send the world awake.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

Royal balls

on the eve of the royal wedding
of Prince William and Kate Middleton

Shaving close the glorious royal balls,
nuptials await.
Fancy hats adorn the crowd,
my own hat's first rate.

Wedding vows for future king and queen?
Let the horses snort.
When the commoners get drink,
CNN reports.





for NaPoWriMo 2011

Mirthers

The Birthers had their day.
Then the Mirthers came.
Seeking evidence of comedy,
they found targets in their aim.

Sprite zero tolerance

The only soda I drink is Sprite zero
("A product of the Coca-Cola Company").

And a sprite is "a small or elusive supernatural being;
              an elf or pixie".

Makes it a target for bigotry?


the anti-gay crusaders Family Research Council may boycott the Coca Cola Company: http://www.frc.org/get.cfm?i=WU11D21

for NaPoWriMo 2011

I'm always logged in

I'm always logged in
the clouds following me.
Whether I see them,
they see my I.P.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

Earth Day

Today, I ate some Earth—
worms and all.
But it looked better as a
spacy ball.



for NaPoWriMo 2011

21

21 is the perfect age
for youth to flower and get laid.
When I see them among the throng,
it seems my own old age fade.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

Royal flush

The royal life, a strain — unwanted
by a commoner? Please explain.

I'd take the royal life if I could still
be the rogues my life fulfill.



for NaPoWriMo 2011

poem-film-poem

The camera moves and jumps around
the eyes of dream,
and frames of colorfast montage
mise en scene.

When bits of light and sound abound
and make a tale,
then all is well in tinsel-town
when tickets sell.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

Are poems the same

Are poems the same
composed from desk v. bed?
Some work like dogs
and some daydream instead.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

Poem of a NASCAR race car

NASCAR boy,
Take me for a spin,
Gun my engine,
Grease my piston.

NASCAR boy,
Drive me to the pit,
In and out,
Shift my stick.

NASCAR boy,
Steer me true,
Round and round,
In for the coup.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

Dancing queen

The lithe of my youth
remains in my dreams:
the disco dance floor
and disco ball beams.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

A poem of silence

for Day Of Silence 2011
and NaPoWriMo 2011

Cro-Magnon poet

Ugh—Me go hunt
moose, squirrel and
fig.


Ugh—Flint and rock
spit fire on my
twig.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

tabula rasa

I look at a blank sheet or screen
and wonder: If I could rewrite
my life,
what would I write?

Would it be a fantastic tale
or just what I already wrote
by living?
I need a ghost writer, for sure.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

PRISM

Pundit-bent words distorting
Reality unheard. The artificial
I drawing
States on an accidental world.
Metaphysics, unfurled.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

Saith the hail

"Vengeance is mine,"
saith the hail.
"Flowers be damned,
windows assail!"

I watched the hail's
big icy balls
forcing the spring
flowers to fall.



for NaPoWriMo 2011

The Devil in Pastor Jones

No white dove flew from gator land:
a preacher burned gas-soaked Qur'an —
some verses born in desert sand —
and lit aflame Afghanistan.

Kill devils fly when myths collide
and people called to take a side.
With ease these devils seem to glide
between a man-made writ divide.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

Notes: Terry Jones (not the Monty Python guy) is the pastor of Dove World Outreach Center in Gainesville, Florida. The Devil in Miss Jones is a cult-porn classic.

You 'Like' me?

Some have had a field day with
"You like me, right now, you like me!"
(Sally Fields' oft-misspoken line.)

For now the 'Like's ensue forthwith —
it's built into your Facebook feed
where 'Like's are by design!



for NaPoWriMo 2011

Headlines: Signs of 2012 End Times Prophecy

The Bronx Zoo Cobra Gets a Fans-Picked Name
Charlie Sheen to Trademark Catchphrase Fame

Did George Clooney Witness Berlusconi's Fling?
Prince William Will Not Wear a Wedding Ring

Shrinking Ice Cap May Doom the Polar Bear
Donald Trump Wins Straw Poll By a Hair

President's Trip to Mayan Ruins is Shelved
‘Jersey Shore’ Spin-Offs Set for 2012




for NaPoWriMo 2011
and Poets United Thursday Think Tank: Headlines

From smidgens of religion

From smidgens of religion —
ancient books of primitive morality and magical people
(Moses and Jesus, et al.),
golden plates, stone tablets, and Puritan steeples,
lost arks, buried temples, and cryptic scrawl
of Christians and Jews and Mormons and Masons —
the myth of America is spun.



for NaPoWriMo 2011

Grabbing James Franco

       



Once he was grabbed by Tobey's Spider-Man
        in streams of milky spew.
Then he was grabbed by Allen Ginsberg's Howl
        when he was thirty-two.

One-Hundred Twenty Seven Hours grabbed
        awards out the wazoo.
If I could grab the polymathic James,
        I'd call that quite a coup.

The Planet of the Apes then grabbed him hard
        and cut him down to size.
A grab of me by James Franco like that
        would give me quite a Rise.

The Broken Tower grabbed his eyes of how
        the poet Hart Crane dies.
But now it's film professor James that grabs
        his students by the eyes.

photo (Will/AP) from NYDailyNews.com: James Franco, NYU professor, reveals details of his class; Students will transfer poetry to film

orig. (first two quatrains) for NaPoWriMo 2011
2011/08/30: updated and placed in the imaginary garden with real toads
2011/10/01: updated and placed in the dVerse Poetics ~ Pop Art

Special Victim

It's unsettling
one could spend
all day Tuesday
watching Law & Order: SVU
on USA,
watching Elliot, Olivia,
Fin, & Munch.

I think instead
I'll go to lunch.


for NaPoWriMo 2011

Breakfast plate

Yellow rivers run
down onto pork patty fields
past hash brown mountain,

ready to be mined.
Silver forklift and shovel
soon lay bare the land.




for NaPoWriMo 2011

Paint

 Today, I want to paint

like Pollock paints:

a splotch of blues

 a splash of  greens,

 purpled scenes and  oranged  hues.

But all I make are simple lines

of words that paint in ones' own minds.



(try "mousing & clicking" in the space above; see jacksonpollock.org)

for NaPoWriMo 2011

Tweet is envy

@Twitalizer tells the tale:
Who's #winning and who's the #fail.
@charliesheen or @BronxZoosCobra:
Who is drunk and who is sober?
Royalty of Twitterverse:
Lords and Ladies Gaga terse.
O to be a Twitter king
When my tweets begin to zing.

@PhilipThrift




for NaPoWriMo 2011

April's fools

The big bang must have birthed on April first
the universal joke we call cosmos
as quantum foam and Higgs bosons dispersed,
where seven lengths within our three repose.

We're only fools pretending to make sense
of random plots afar from other fields
within a theoried multiverse immense:
Another far-flung world its own fools yields.



for Saint Shecky
and NaPoWriMo 2011