jubabeast

A very modern doctor
decided to reform,
instead of writing longhand
she used a data form.

Prescriptions from her keyboard—
it seemed time-saving bliss.
But pharmacies sent them back,
“…

A little spider climbed in my bed,
with lots of sheet to spare,
and ‘though I’m tired and want to rest,
I am not about to share.

I made a shoe for Mary Sue
in beautiful shades
of pink and blue,
with fine, fine leather,
and stitching too,
and filled it with love
for Mary Sue.

There was a guy,
happy I’m told,
he lived so long
he forgot to be old.

Yes, I can live so wild and free
because before me on TV,
I can pick any drug that’s nice,
to buy at extortionist price,
to fix my sex life or my knees.

And if I can’t afford to pay,
th…

I know a lady who likes to ride
on a horse with me beside.
The horse goes bare, and so does she.
But I wear socks up to my knees.

I knew a girl who had a ball
that showed her anything at all.
So I asked her if she would see
just what the future holds for me.
“I see,” she said, and licked her lips,
“that you’ll make d…

I knew a man
who wanted gold.
He wanted more
than he could hold.

He wanted more
than you could dream,
He had a plan,
He had a scheme.

He tried to steal
It with his gang;
Instead o…

"How do you do?" asked the kangaroo.
“I’m fairly well,” growled the bear.
“And, how’s your aunt?” quizzed the elephant.
“She’s hopping mad,” said the hare.

“What would it take,” inquired …

I took my love
to the county fair,
she said she hoped
I’d win a bear.

So I swung the hammer
as hard as I can.
and now, you know,
I’m her favorite man.

Hip hop rattling on the panes,
With crazy laughter, crazy games.
Street car racing, top speed dares,
Don’t ask what’s going on, on the stairs.

My habitat is failing
from noise, and smog, and neglect.
A hundred thousand here and there
will have the right effect.

Her shoes are where
she left them.
That’s all—
nothing else.

Almost new,
one has a broken heel—
they’re trash
because one is broken.

It takes two good shoes
to make a pair—
Just o…

You say you have a wiggly tooth,
I say it isn’t so.
That tooth is rock solid
but your head wobbles as you go.

A real love poem would never deem
to live by page or pixelation,
it would not flow from graphite rod
nor plastic keyboard creation.

A real love poem would write itself
on fine scrolls of…

Going now to see Susan Frey,
She lives someplace a smile away.

But back I turn, same old replay—
A hopeless fool, a smile away.

the day’s dark clouds
have streaks of light
here and there

mostly dark

i wish they
would go

probably not

cold drops splash

an icy rivulet
down over my heart

i think of you

He thinks it’s fun,
That evil one.
Oh, save us from the Goose.

I think of you—
a bud,
almost furled,
straining toward spring.

Then casting aside
the shell,
opening,
filling your veins
with earth and sky;
drinking life,
radiating beauty.

“Sum…

I wouldn’t mind this dying,
Just the endless coddle—
Stupid tubes and needles,
Peeing in a bottle.