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September 13, 2016 § Leave a comment
you could- as I’ve heard of such demonstrations being made – forestall the razory edge of judgement with a teaspoon of alum
I’ll tip my bowler to that advice and pigeon toe a winding advance through those with a bent toward nocturnal braiding of fingers based on numerology or how many variations of the word hook appear in Plaths work
there is an almost undetectable aberration in the weave and
sending a periscope through the ceiling doesn’t guarantee a clearer view so I’ll opt for peering around railings
or over the edge of discontinued volumes of revisionist calculations
but who can cast blame if someone happens to nod off at the loom
it is
after all
just another exercise in repetition
(c) 2016 Fred Whitehead
grind
September 4, 2016 § 2 Comments
the crank on the street organ
needs grease
but the only one it seems to bother
is the monkey
he is stomping his miniature fez
out of frustration
as the elderly
return coins to their pockets
customer service
it seems
disgusts
them more and more lately
every seventh note is a metallic squeak
the grinder grinds away
no closer to the rent
than he was this morning
the monkey just stripped off his
vest and is pissing in the potted
petunias over at the sidewalk cafe
I’m too tired to try to understand it all
too tired to wrap it all up
into a tidy metaphor for our
collective insanity
so I turn in to the closest tavern I see
it’s nice
just me and the barkeep
a gentleman’s agreement
to not speak
and the monkey
glowering
over his little tin cup of beer
(c) 2016 Fred Whitehead
Tonight I’m the fish
September 2, 2016 § Leave a comment
I checkedit isn’t (this time) my eyes
the air most certainly has
wed
some mystical coagulant
this whole place is becoming a crustacean shaped jello mold
with each utterance
did you see that commercial a few years back with the tragically flopping fish? something (if my recollection is firing in the manufacturers recommend sequence) that addressed mankind’s inability to follow a healthy path physiologically or otherwise
well tonight I’m the fish
tonight I’m the forgotten guy in the basement with the faulty furnace
it’s that kind of headache
the build up of noxious fumes kind
but I continue to smile graciously
the whole time sneaking glances
at the schematics
to figure the pitch and proper configuration of elbows to
vent away these malcontented vapors
(c) 2016 Fred Whitehead
13 shots
September 1, 2016 § Leave a comment
Rooster Cogburn got 13 shots
I saw it right there on my
beige Zenith
I’ve taken a few
road signs are pockmarked
all along the cow paths that
crosshatch my existence
but, I’m on the fence about this one
at the stick of a
no. 2 Warthog positioned for strafing
the offending phraseology
staring jauntily from shrubbery
in barely effective Ghillie suits of
ill spaced syllables
that, my cherubs, is
the scrum of evolution
a brief but noticeable tightening
of the gluteus usually occurs
at first strike with perhaps
a slight side slip of the
thumb
but I’m always at the sink after
tracing a line from crows nest
to acne scar
there is ritual wringing of cloth
a scarlet spiral
and the bloodied hands
of frightful revision
(c) 2016 Fred Whitehead