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April 7, 2015
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March 24, 2015
COOL
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Sittin' out on the verandasoakin' up some sun
just me an' mah cat
on a cot
on a day with barely a breeze
to bristle our whiskers
lettin' the world go by
me lookin' at him
him lookin' at me
both of us thinkin'
we be two
of da coolest cats around
March 3, 2015
WHISPERS
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
This early spring has taken me unawares,
a sudden burst of warmth that's disconcertingto one who's grown accustomed to the cold--bringing back a sound, a scent,a sadness I can't explain.
Memories of halting conversations...a sense of time slipping through my fingers,and the feeling that there should have been more.
And I believe that I could go either way--be a particle or a wave,as this warm breeze whispers "sway."
This exquisite pain,dormant for too many seasons,now blooms fragrant and insistent--trumpeting its arrival with dopey daffodil dreams.
This ephemeral ecstasy,that bleeds into agony,that leads to animosity,for which there is no remedy...but time.
And your sudden burst of warmth is disconcertingto one who's grown accustomed to the cold,and I believe I could go either way--be your one night stand or shadow youthrough one lifetime and the next.Just tell me what the HELL you want,for I've chosen the wrong door too many times--got eaten by the tiger and shat out the other end...now I must learn how to bend.
And this accursed early springbrings the spectre of another day,when love turned on the momentin a warm wind that whispered "sway."
February 21, 2015
February 17, 2015
SERIOUSLY THINKING
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
While in search of
an emergency men's room
in the park
I passed a crow
just standing in the grass
paying no real attention
to me as I came within
a few (crow's) feet of him
and I thought for the first time
that it might not be so bad to
come back as a crow
ya know
or maybe a starling
darling
just hangin' out in the park
scavenging for crumbs or popcorn
people drop
to supplement my usual
grasshoppers, grubs, and worms
and the occasional roadkill delicacy
my motto would be
Keep Calm And Carrion
I mean what's so great about being human
anyway
as a lot of us really aren't anymore
and I wouldn't have to go to school
(that's why I wouldn't want to be a fish)
wouldn't sing no sad songs
'bout some fickle chick
who flew the coop
cuz we would mate for life
wouldn't have a buncha mouths to feed
for 18 years
cuz when they get their wings
they gonna fly
(bye)
yeah it might not be so bad
hangin round the supermarket
parking lot and givin y'all the evil eye
and I
wouldn't worry 'bout shit
but you would
as I glide indigo through the sky
like a stealth bomber
silent but deadly
ready
to drop its payload
right on toppa yo wittle head
January 28, 2015
DOMINO DANCING
Come dance with me
and we shall be
like dominoes
connecting the dots
to make a pretty picture
No ordinary gal
a femme fatale
raising eyebrows
across the west
(get here...we'll do the rest)
you'll be my Charlotte Gainsbourg
I'll be your Lars Von Trier
directing you to new heights
of abasement
and though you're not Victoria
you'll be my dirty little secret
and sign my binding resolution
with you hands behind your back
I know we can get it started
but can we keep it going
no matter which way
the wind is blowing
imagination is the key
you may have a better one than me
of this we shall see
and come that day
you dance with me
we'll do it vertically
and horizontally
scoring
when we connect
end to end
(hey, that's how the game is played)
So tumble for me
and I'll tumble for you
as dominoes
forever falling
toppling
into one another
merging
and
melting
black and white
turning to fifty shades of grey
January 20, 2015
CLOSE TO THE VEST
Imaginary Garden With Real ToadsWhen I turn back around
I catch you staring at me
like you're trying to see
right through me
like there's something
you're looking for
that I'm not showing
but damned if I know
what that would be
trust me
there is nothing
so move along please
nothing to see here
nothing to see at all
January 13, 2015
January 1, 2015
CONJURING A GHOST--THIRTY MINUTES TILL THE NEW YEAR
withrealtoads.blogspot.comI was flipping around
and landed on one of the Spanish channels
and suddenly thought of you
and wondered what you'd be doing
about now
and wondering how your life turned out
minus me
I didn't really know who you were
when you left that message
at the station
you wanted to meet me
that was how you operated
call and schedule an audience
I didn't know your songs
were on the radio
or that you would sing
your national anthem
in a world-wide broadcast
the night Muhammad Ali fought
that Puerto Rican kid
I came over to your place
( cuz took requests whenever possible)
and you made your grand entrance
I knew you were disappointed
cuz I didn't dress up
and acted disinterested
you drove me to the hotel
and I knew I had some balls
just asking you to do it
Your roommate became the intermediary after that
and she said well, you are who you are
and she likes to go to the fancy clubs
and she's wondering
would you really be comfortable with that?
The last time I saw you was at the beach
you came up and gave me a hug
and I went on
with my stinkin' life
You married one of your own
naturally
with little ones and that whole trip
and hell
don't know why
guess it's just that it's 30 minutes
till the new year
and those bikini waxed chicks are
shakin' and grinding their asses up on the screen
would Dick Clark approve?
(oh well, he's dead)
I used to think that was something
but now it just grosses me out
we both came from a time and a place
when women had more class
and a lot more grace
I checked you out on YouTube
and yes you're still a beauty
though age begins to take its toll
and the glitter wears off
and so I'm wondering
did your fame bring you happiness
you know cuz
it all ends up in the same place
in the end
and maybe you're thinking it too
sitting here
30 minutes till the new year
recalling that old Peggy Lee song
Is That All There Is?
