AS BELIEF SLIPS AWAY

I wait
you disappear
I have adapted to the uncertainty
having studied the meaninglessness
of everything
as belief slips away

The celibate angels
are heading home
bleeding from the mouth

These diminutive princesses
are walking with a phantom
eyes filled with sleep

Glasses are lifted

A muted announcer
a dark-eyed lover
a tipsy comedian
imitates a woman
violently histrionic

You're as freaky
as a Fellini movie
those painted faces
in a room full of rogues

But the critics
questioning the old notions
have forgiven the abstract world
and so must I

So I wait
through the long summer
for the sun to set
in some gilded autumn sky
and you to come breezing by

TO DO LIST

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub

  
Greet       Sunrise

Whiff       Lilac

Enlarge     Experience

Blow        Didgeridoo

Steal       Batman's Yo-Yo

Read        Riot Act

Write       Answer

Stitch      In Time

Witness     Total Eclipse

Release     Feelings

Count       Nanoseconds

Count       Dracula

Get         A Grip

Scatter     Brains

Bury        Hatchet

Return      Batman's Yo-Yo

Introduce   Penis

Collect     Severance Pay

Treat       Williams

Be          Witness

Be          Blackballed

Be          Have

Be          Gin

PALOOPA

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub







palapa 
paloopa
papa loppa
papa loopa
poopa loppa
papa la papa
paloop aloppa
loppa papa
loppa la poopa
paloop
pallop
palopola papa
papa la papa la poopa la poppa
lollipapa
lollipoopa

papa la poopa lollipopa lollipoopa poppa loopa la poopa loopa poopa pa loopa 

palapa la papa
paloop
pallop

paloopalop
palloopa
pallopa
paloopa

plop 
pop
plop 

poop
poop
plop

plop...

plop...

plop...

poop

TALE OF THE NEW WEST

Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads--d'Verse 

Poets Pub

This is the New West
not the old
where women were hardy
and cowpokes were bold
and most didn't have to worry
about growing old

No iron horses
chugging along
belching innocuous steam
just row upon row
of  SUVs
backed up down the block
windows rolled tight
air conditioners humming
whene'er it reaches 70

No gunslingers
dueling in the middle
of a dusty street
just your nightly drive-by shooting
over in da hood

No cattle drives
'cross the lone prairie
but your ripped-off stereo
is being driven 
to the pawn shop across town
as we speak

This is the New West
not the old

The wide open spaces 
 filled in by  housing developments
springing up like weeds
for as far as the eye can see

A home
where no buffalo roam
just old folks
warehoused and tossed aside
stripped of their pride

Where Buffalo Bill
is popping some pills
Miss Kitty runs
and escort service
and Cool Hand Luke
is taking a puke
out back behind the titty bar

Where they don't hang horse thieves
anymore
and the car thieves are too fast
to get caught
now they're cooling their jets
in the Mexican sun
getting ready
to make another run

This is the New West
not the old

But those gritty pioneers
are still celebrated with the
Shootout At The O.K. Corral
and those stuntmen
they bounce right up again
after being shot
(over in the barrio
they just lie prone
as often as not)

Here
in the land of make believe
where a store bought hat
makes you a cowboy

Here
in the New West
same as the Old West
where you may never
have to worry
about growing old

RUBBER DUCKIE (Google "giant rubber duck.")

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub

The GIANT RUBBER DUCKIE
is on its way
coming to America
any day

He's been to Hong Kong
and Australia too
Six stories high 
my oh my
and coming soon
to a harbor near you


Here comes that duckie
let's give him a hand 
sure hope he ain't full of 
North Koreans
ready to invade
when they reach dry land
(We will have to shoot them down
or they'll be goose-steppin' it
all over town)

A Trojan horse
is a horse 
of course
that's not the same as geese

and a duck 
is a duck
you silly fuk
let's hope he comes in peace

A big yellow duck 
to spread goodwill
throughout the universe

reminding us of when we were small
and putting time in reverse

Hey, lookit me
I'm taking my bath
with my yellow rubber duck

I won't lie to you
he used to be blue 
but I peed in the tub...
yuk yuk yuk! 

There's a big yellow duck
he's sailing the ocean
or so that's what I've heard

we'll all welcome him
to America
except for Big Bird
who's jealous...

oh, what a Big Turd! 

In the middle of typing this poem, I looked down at the chocolate stain that was on the front of my pants from the night before,  (I hadn't bothered to remove it yet) and incredibly I saw that the chocolate stain was in the shape of a duck!  AMAZING COINCIDENCE?  EERIE OMEN?  OR THE WORK OF THE DEVIL?  The photo of the stain is what you see at the top of the poem. Make of it what you will!!!!!!