the breeze through the screen

the breeze through the screen

i don't believe in not believing

A princess prances in pretty paisley
Posing profusely for peering paparazzi
Pouting perhaps at persnickety people
Primping and pouncing upon plastic pickles

A salty soldier in a shimmering suit
Secretly stalks her from seedy silos
Spots her and slobbers himself so silly
So shy so sweet no scrotes to seduce

Dickie the dragon dotes on her daily
Dresses her dollies and dusts off her doilies
Delicious doofus he doles out doughnuts
Ditzy and daffy drunk as a duckie

Westward a witch wiggles her wart
Wishing her woe she waves up her wand
Whirling and whizzing she wails out a Willy
Wacky and warped she wets herself wobbly

The king is all classy in klunky klackers
Clocks round the castle like clucking chickens
Coos to his children and kisses their cheeks
Kinks in his chin like crazy kadoodles

Happy it ends with wholesome hearts
Horses and hobos all with high halos
Hee hee and ha ha whilst hoofing a hoedown
Hacking and hissing at haughty heffers

Believing in make believe brings us some bliss
Babbling like babies with boo boos and bandanas
Bubbly and bawdy like bouncy bananas
Best not believe, boy, in not believing!

March 16, 2011

Parting Shot

The gun was fired
I smell the smoke
At first I laughed
Thought it a joke

But soon the blood
Came pouring out
I had to scream
Desperate shout

So by surprise
The bullet came
The die last roll
To end the game

You hold the gun
I hold my guts
My head a mess
Totally nuts

Assumed you cared
I thought I think
But thinking ends
With just a blink

And truth comes out
With fire and rage
The plot thickens
Quick! Turn the page!

I look once more
Into your eyes
In search of hope
Way past all lies

But hope is not
Too long to keep
I hold the wound
The pain is deep

And why indeed
I’ll never know
What brought the end
Of our grand show

No time to bow
Or catch a rose
No seed to sow
With loving hose

But I move on
And soon I’ll heel
I won’t slow down
Without this wheel

So take your crime
And your whole life
Pack up that gun
Remove the knife

Message received
And sinking in
Your parting shot
Won’t make you win

Cause hope returns
In newer lands
New portraits drawn
By wiser hands

And so I stand
After smoke clears
And rise above
Such petty tears

Bye bye I say
I wish you luck
And feel no guilt
I’m one tough fuck!

Blush

Starts with a little twinkle in the eyes
And then maybe a slight hint of a smile
Some nervous chuckling perhaps
A certain lightness in the belly
As if all the butterflies in there
Had suddenly started to take flight
The cheeks turn a little pink
The nose gets tapped nervously
The feet tingle some
Heat rushes to the head
The head turns from pink to beet red
And there we have it
The perfect blush!

12/11/2011

Boy in Glass

It would seem there was this boy
He lived in a house of glass
Somewhere way above the ocean
Where below him all he could see
Was roaring, rippling waves
And above him only sky and clouds
And the warmth of his father, the sun
And the protection of his mother, the moon

And the stars…oh the stars at night
They were all his friends
And he had names for them all
Bill and Charlie and Mary
And he would spend many a night
Just imagining he was up there playing with them
Dashing across the endless field of black
Yelling and jumping…twinkling
A glow bright enough to enlighten the world
But the boy had never known the world
Or the richness of the earth’s fertile
For his feet had never touched it
Or danced upon it
All his life and all that he knew
Was that house of glass upon the ocean

Mind you…it was a nice house
With a comfy bed and nice soft fluffy furniture
And a nice big television so that he could view
That world upon dry land he would never know
All those so many different people
He would never see or meet or touch
Or talk to in any sort of real way
He could just put his fingers on the screen
And pretend to feel what they might really be like
The angels would come visit him every day to care for him
Bring his meals make his bed…sing lullabies
And he would ask them every time without fail
“What is life like out there…beyond the waves?”
And they would smile at him and say “shhhhh!”
And they would assure him that he is so very blessed
That he would never have to know
And they tucked him in at night and gave him a soft sweet kiss
And he would sleep and dream of worlds of glass…

And then one day he awoke…enraged…
All hot and tingly…barely able to breathe
It felt as though the walls around him were closing in
And he screamed a loud and unbearable scream
And his glass house it shattered

And he fell far and deep into the ocean
Where a whale broke his fall
And carried him way way off
And dropped him on a sandy shore, unconscious
When he awoke he felt the strange sensation of the sand beneath him
It was wet and squishing between his toes
He had never known dirt before
And this made him smile
And he ran round and round in the sand
And looked up high into the palm trees
To see the green leaves blowing gently in the wind
A subtle windy song…
About peace love compassion
All the things the world could be
He tried to hum along
But he wasn’t quite sure he knew the tune
It was then that the little girl ran up to him
She grabbed hold of his hand
And this made him feel so alive
He could feel his heart beat now and
His fingers touching and his eyes seeing
As if they had never seen or felt before
The girl spoke. “I have been waiting for you
For so very very long”
And she pulled on his hand
And they ran way off the beach
Deep into the lushness of the trees and the jungle
Leaving behind a beach of empty sand
With little shards of glass glistening in Father’s sunlight.