Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Hello friends.

I can’t help but comment on a few things that tickle my fancy.

Nancy Grace.

I get a kick out of her show and the show she puts on.

The ultimate prosecutor.

The bad ass inquisitor, who will shoot you down in a NY minute, if you don’t support her theories or her show:

Twist and shout!  Blast you out!

And at 959pm, her horns sink into the twilight, while her voice softens in the moonlight:

“Until tomorrow, Good night Friend.”

What a hoot!

So you get disgusted with TV and you decide to get into the poetry:

What is this hype over a red wheel barrow?

so much depends

a red wheel

glazed with rain

beside the white


Hey, William Carlos Williams, is that all you have to say?

And he replies:

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox and which

you were probably


for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

And I reflect on white chicken and cold plums

and saunter up to the bar

asking for another double.

What are you wearing, friend?

A white chicken hat

while eating a cold plum

and pretending to understand what the hell William Carlos Williams really meant?

After all, he lived in New Jersey, where I met my husband

Who traveled with his goat until he became an old one

Eating his curds and whey, until a spider bit his ass and carried him away

To a mystical place where goats ran wild

Sitting at the bar, wishing you all a good night





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