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aginary Garden With Real Toads

THE DAY AFTER YESTERDAY

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

How now

brown cow

I want to live

in the NOW.

Yes

I'll live for the moment

that's what I'll do

and blind myself

to all the rest

like Mister Magoo.

Hey, that was a good one...

it just went by so fast

it eluded my grasp.

WHOOSH--there's another!

and another

and another

and another

Now I'm spinning round

snatching wildly at nothing.

HEY-- c'mere ya li'l sumbitches!

How can I know

what living in the moment is like

when the moment is passing me by

in the blink of an eye?

That's an enigma

wrapped in a riddle

topped with a sigh.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow

all vying for space inside my brain

it's driving me insane

and that is truly a pain

in

the

ASS.

Don't mean to be crass...

but it's making me crazy

think I'll just have to pass

and not think about it anymore.

Yeah, that's the ticket!

I just won't THINK

about it anymore.

I'll just stay quiet

and close my eyes

and get into the lotus position...

Damn!

Gonna have to master

that lotus position

one day...

Well

no time

like the PRESENT...

heh heh

OHM...OHM...

IN PRAISE OF SUNSHINE

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

The day
dawns grey
like all the older women
you see at the market
who have cut their hair
so short and ugly
for the sake of convenience
having tossed in the towel
on the notion of ever attracting a man again

it doesn't need to be
that cut and dried
someone told you
this is how you have to act
to act your age
sold you a bill of goods
and you bought it 
without looking at the price
all prim and proper
and by the book
so many people 
here
there
and everywhere
just trying to do the right thing
and fit into someone else's plan
for a world 
that's as bland
as an old grey day
but hey
it's no coincidence that back in the day
when people freed their minds
their hair got longer...

LET THE SUNSHINE IN!!!

GOLDEN

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

On a sun-splashed day
in a desert 
where The Horse With No Name
made his claim to fame

With spring making overtures
like a punch-drunk lover

I saw her
in my mind's eye
I heard her
in my mind's ear
I contemplated her
in my mind's belly button

Behold The Vagabond Princess
electric rays sparking 
from the tips of her golden hair
she's been there
and back
on a beach with some name
And all because sunshine came
softly through her window that day

Swaying to the beat
of a distant drummer
her gaze is locked on summer

A painted man
walks down the street
blowing bubbles out his ears

How does he do that?

The world is a wondrous
and magical place to be...

The answer blowing
in the tail winds
that are bringing her to me 

HATS

d'Verse Poets Pub


When I wear a baseball cap,

I'm not wearing it seriously--

like someone who wears a baseball cap.

When I wear a cowboy hat,

I'm not wearing it seriously--

like someone who wears a cowboy hat

I'm masquerading as you

for a little while

while I'm in the neighborhood.

And

you

know

I can talk the talk

and walk the walk

if I want to. 

Funny

how a hat

can change everything.

In the 30s and 40s

everyone wore them

and it told you nothing.

A sea of conformity
hiding the deformity
that was your head. 

Now

for those who do

it's like slapping a bumper sticker

across your forehead

displaying to the world

what you're made of.

I can see what's in your heart
by what's on your head--
and I can pinpoint it all

from the kind of wheels you drive

to the radio station you listen to.

I can even tell 

if you're The Queen.

But tipping my hand, well

that's not my style...

I'd rather you not see me comin'

(like a stealth bomber)

and just keep all of that

under my hat. 

MY FUNKY VALENTINE (with apologies to Rodgers & Hart!)

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

My funky valentine

Reading the comics valentine

Oh, where oh where do I start?

Your looks are laughable

Yet, I'm so affable

I'm just gonna call you abstract art

Oh, your figure's less than chic

And your nose looks like a beak

When you speak

You're speaking Greek

To me-eee

You don't comb your hair for me

There's a pubic hair in my tea

What does it matter to me?

Each day is Valentine's Day

Of your figure I can't speak

A less than noteworthy physique

And there's an odor from your feet

That sets you apar-arrrt.

But don't wash your hair for me

Or change your underwear for me

Stay funky, valentine, stay...

Each day is Valentine's--

unless it's Groundhog,

President's, Saint Patrick's,

April Fool's, Mother's,

Father's, Columbus, or Labor...

Da-eeeyyy

SPEED SKATER

d'Verse Poets Pub

Woman with thighs

the size

of tree trunks

slicing up big chunks

of ice

Gliding light as a feather

But who will prize

those thunder thighs

when it's bikini weather?

REINCARNATION

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



Don't want to be no baby again

Don't want to be a cranky little
poop factory
lettin' poor ol' mom & dad
hear about it at all times
of the day and night
what a healthy set of lungs!




Keepin' the diaper makers
rollin' in dough while I'm
rollin' in my own...

OH
don't want to think about it 
I will have none of this
do you hear me?

HEY
quit scrubbin' my little thingy
all the time
ain't  a person got any privacy
in this joint? 

Then later in my high chair
picking up my bowl of oatmeal
and dumping it over my head

And going back to school
OH PLEASE 
not SCHOOL again
I already know how to read and write
damn you
just can't seem to remember how that works now
but can't you see I'm a poet
by that wild and desperate look in my eye?
just give me the benefit of the doubt
"Teach"

OH NO
get those math problems away from me!

I can put two and two
together
and I know what you're up to
gonna make me a productive
member of society
observing all the rules
 fitting in 
and going with the flow
just to be like all the rest
who don't want to know

OH 
Jesus
don't want to be no baby
again 
baby
but the wheel turns 
round and round
so probably gonna be
yeah
probably gonna be

Shit