Hee-Hee-Haw-Haw!

Pulling up to the red light
in a non-descript sprawlburb
I notice a man sitting at the corner
With a bucket & a squeegee.
He runs up to cars & offers to wash
Their windshields so they can see
Where they are going
And all the marvelous things
God has prepared for them in this
Journey of life where only the smart
& the strong are necessary to carry on.
'What a good man.' I think to myself
With a slight brush of my hand
I acknowledge the wallet
Resting plump against my chest
In this wallet
Are picture of my family,
My reason to be
& also plastic cards
They equal so many pictures
Of dead presidents.
I think: 'It's a good job & tax-free to boot.'
The man spins his sign
In some hispanic language it says
Something about: God Bless You!
I think: He is loved by God
What good is my money
To him?

Pmpope 2011

Twitching

This is a time to consult the rumbles of the stomach.
Night has come and gone again...
All the clever realisticles have melted
In an epileptic puddle as the last lightning bolts
Picked up all their toys
Returning to the trailer park caverns
From whence they erupted
Not as long ago. Has another stooped to find
Has something the matter been?
Has birds their fearts boiled
Dropping into the gear housings
Of mud cakes with the right certification
Lovely? Where have you offed yourself to?
Just yesterday, (was it not?), with dreams as technicolor
As cotton-candy on a Ferris Wheel
And now, here, today....
Only steel grey clouds masking the moon.

Impending Woodpecker Doom

Whether it's rhythm or not
you must keep knocking
hard upon this tiny spot
though t'would seem as a flaw
to all in the order of life
you must stand tall
or get swallowed
by the employees of glamor
who work in politik department
on the reform ticket
of the old guard

Whenever it rhymes
take a dip
be sure
the sun does not set
on your flourishings
nor dare the trapezistas
of the hyper-boreal
ever to be able
to buy you something
resembling lunch

3dge Data & 3dgeRanch converge on Haywire Manor for Super Moon Photo Shoot

Dateline: Saturday March 19th
PMPope

I took my camera out of doors on multiple occasions today & now I leave the Lab/Studio/Ranch for more glimpses of this phenomena> Will I actually take a worthy photograph or will this be my final attempt to salvage what little remains of this Saturday night. Only time will tell.

Weekly Crow Calendar 920-927.mp4

Just published to GoodReads:

Blades clogged with wet grass

the sun has risen
a rooster headed Bostonian
squats in Terrier fashion
to the beat of well-oiled machine

the sun has not yet begun
to char its' flesh
what works these mama fields
before running them cool streets

the sun is on the one
whose eye this thick, wet grass
as a lover
lying in wait
to feel his whirring blade 

If the Ramones had a OS mascot!

HEY! HO! Let's Go!