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Archive for the month “October, 2012”


I like my two émigrés from Catlandia.

Pump and Blue, the hulk and fluff.

So, when I saw this commercial on TV

That said my standard cat food

Was, by implication, not fit for dogs,

I went out and bought several cans

Of AAA-rated, no corn, no icky filler,

Wholesome, all meaty, feline fodder.

Smiling modestly, I presented it to

My loyal subjects and invited them to

Chow down the way nature intended.

Like that worked.

<sniff> Look up at me questioningly.

<sniff> Shake paws and walk away.

Rewrite the menu.

Friskies 1, Nature zip.

A plume of dust

A plume of dust rose on strong winds

From the dry earth of Oklahoma.

Then, borne by these same winds,

Came to the autumn hills of Tennessee.

I wonder if this Oklahoma dust,

Blowing into the land of Bloody Andy Jackson

Brought a Cherokee ancestor back to home.

One of these days, like it or not,

One of these days, like it or not,

Our time will come.

Maybe our ship will come in,

Or a solemn cortege will roll out

Or it might just be a shrug

From an impotent diety.

The ship is good: joy abounding and a kitten.

The solemn cortege: you know who’s in that hearse.

But the shrug? That’s a cramp in the ass.

Light’s interesting

Light’s interesting

3200 Kelvin is

Warm.  5200 is cool.

Hawaii – 5500

Yet it’s hot there but here in

My room – warm – it’s cool.

They can’t keep you out

They can’t keep you out
If you don’t want in.

There was a song in my brain

There was a song in my brain this morning.  They just bubble up.

A gift.  Maybe an old product jingle

(“Use Wildroot Cream Oil, Chaaarlie!”)

Or maybe a golden oldie, a country tune,

A jazz riff, some World, a bit of Bach.

All from some neural folder in my head.


Mom played the piano.  Dad had a fine singing voice.

My stepdad favored gospel and bluegrass.

I was rock ‘n’ roll, then folk and on to Brit.

Later, ‘cause I was jocking country

I listened to jazz and psychedelic

And the deep aural groove of classical.

I jocked other music: top 40, easy, oldies,

Americana, whatever the format was.

That’s a lot of music going in my head.


(A song from when I was in love makes me smile.

One or two make me hurt.  One still scares me.


So, to all you writers, singers, backup people,

Producers, you makers of music.

Thank you.  I remember.


Whether I like it or not.


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