Monday May 31, 2010

The Cooking Channel could be bolder,
And have a series of world cuisine
That’s as cool as Flay or colder.
Instead they stick some sob
With potato salad
Or corn on the cob
With a menu that will
Be so boring to kill
Or at least send you
To the hospital.

Limerick Friday #5

He’s a party artist on the West Coast
His drum is loud and beats the most
When it’s rainy or nice
He’ll party for a price
But for us it’s free as we chant and toast.

Thursday May 27, 2010

My heart races at mach six for you.
A boom box that would make Janet Jackson
Break dance.
Each glance
Pops fifty more cents into the juke box.
We dance in business socks.
When I kiss you:
Pop rocks.

I’ll call a conference
And smoke you like a cigarette
Back stage
To censure the news.

But there’s always a leak
B/C
I’m a see-through screen
I spill head over heels for you,
A tsunami in your wake,
I follow my heart, and do a dance:
Can’t be faked.

Wednesday May 26, 2010

When Venus crashes into the meadowlands it will
Make us all into Alaotra Grebes, drowning in oil spill
Black instead of fading away from bird-eating fish and gill
Nets from humans without a sense of responsibility for an old brand.
But while we’re here, we might as well live and feed and be grand
And twirl our wings in open air over India or France or New York sand
Castles built in memorial out of small crystals that shine on the night skyline.
Even when apocalyptic clouds cover the shiny planets, the outline
Of our mark will last past the age of the sun and God will call it fine
Instead of good. We all make do with what is done; we get around
Anything in our way with acceptance in a sec, unless we listen to the hounds
Of conscience that tell us to be better, that greatness is built, not merely found.

Tuesday May 25, 2010

You’ll click on Detroit with your Walmart iphone
But still won’t find friends who you’ve tied yourself to
With a slipknot they’ve slipped through and you’ve lost.

I’ve never had 360 vision - let alone
Twenty-twenty, but I believe you, too,
Even with technology can make missteps like Faust.

Sometimes we’re stuck in a maze like pac man, alone
Against the odds, chances going south like you always knew
Even the bright colors of friendship bracelets can be tossed.

So you make some curry with a recipe on loan,
Have a potluck and invite a couple strangers, or more than a few,
And hope new conversation will break the frost and cover the cost.

Monday May 24, 2010

Some might say I’m lost
But I’m just debating destinations -
Mexico vs. England - which will host
My entertainment commerce.

I’m a lone hand
I need a loan,
I need a Lohan.

My chicks always malfunction
I need an explanation
Or finally
An alternate ending.

Birthday Limerick #2

He might spend all day with pacman
Trying to make synthetic life into human
But now is his birthday
And it’ll be a great day.
So welcome to the future, man.