
Chess Queen & King
Choose quickly be brisk &
Have uncials no-risk
Entreaties slice pi
So genies benign
Slide nonesuches; sing

Chess Queen & King
Choose quickly be brisk &
Have uncials no-risk
Entreaties slice pi
So genies benign
Slide nonesuches; sing
Betty Bacall won Bogart’s heart
Bette Davis was Baby Jane
And Bettie Page; ah, she was naughty and smart
Turned bondage to Craft and fetish to Art
But all three had knocked over an applecart
For delectation and gain
All are gone but all remain.
.
Ted Williams Ted Danson Ted Kennedy too
One hit one kept bar one made scandal
One demonstrates what might testosterone do
When a man burns the hedonist’s candle
One went out a slugger one’s still in the mix
One hung in and passed legislation to fix
The wrongs of the right with their stones and their sticks
So it goes as new parents will dandle
All the babes bills and bliss they can handle.

a shoebox contains what was on the dining room table in a year-plus accumulation
not the bottle caps nor burrito wrappers nor anything else that would be considered “trash”
rather the shoebox contains what might be a regrettable loss if discarded
there are many business cards with appointment reminders and receipts and addresses of good friends and incomplete poems and illustrations on index cards
and the owner of the dining room table, the sole resident of the apartment, applauds this baby step towards a sane conductance of his daily life
but knows he has merely checked in at base camp for a climb of mount kilimanjaro
but it’s something
the tilt of a bottle induces flow
a crash clogs traffic
a good credit score greases transactional wheels
some capillaries are so small the corpuscles are in single file
ella fitzgerald

Awe Inspired Fun
As divers from the sky fall to the earth
With flying-squirrel tech and Plan B chutes
Engaged is one on guessing her net worth
Involved’s the other, flexing lats and glutes.
Now cliffsides peel away and greenswards beckon
Santana riffs and Dylan lyrics meld
Puréed epiphanies lend sense to reckon
Intrinsic navigation of the veld.
Released by ripcord pulls, the chutes unfurl
Engendering the braking of the falls;
Delivering safe-passaged boy and girl,
For yet another ride unbound by walls.
Umbrellas, canopies and awns are things
Now alchemised to take the form of Wings.
in these climatically incendiary times
and in this dutch oven we call the valley of the sun
the weather guy on kjzz referred to the temperature range for the next few days as “in the one-teens”
meaning between 113 and 119 degrees fahrenheit
.
the jackass in the white house talks of buying “or annexing” greenland
were i a conspiracy theorist i would say that his climate change denial plus his collusion with the petrochemical predators in fucking up the environment were part of his sinister plan to make greenland one of the only inhabitable places on earth
so that with “annexation” (rape with violence) he would consummate the biggest real estate deal of all time
while simultaneously extending the trail of tears into the 21st century and into the arctic circle
since approximately 89% of greenland’s population is indigenous greenlandic inuit
.
but i am not a conspiracy theorist
drop a syllable and i become a piracy theorist
and my theory, backed by circumstantial evidence of the long history of theft and fraud and pillage perpetrated throughout his career
is that donald trump is a pirate of the worst sort
of the same ilk as spiro t. agnew and Bluebeard
and he’s given this country a jolly rogering since day 1 of term 1
and should be made not to walk the plank
but to walk a mile at high noon here in phoenix
wearing speedos and flipflops
with the temperature in the one-teens




This morning brought a three-hour session of improvisational sculpting at PIP Coffee & Clay. I broke some new ground by doing the heads of the larger-scale chess king and queen using pinch-pot technique rather than wheel-throwing for their heads. It seems a more intimate, tactile way to do portraiture.

B@PC&C…
Burrito veggie
Time slot wedgy
Avian friends made here
Water & coffee
Riffraff* roffy
Let’s make hist’ry dear
.
*Yours truly, author & sculptor. 🙂
some kisses were perfunctory
and merely punched a ticket
whilst others were spelunktory
bilingual and wicked
but in between were sacred blossoms
from orchid girl to duchess
as just as sheer as gossamer gossams
electrifying touches
.
her holiness of honeyed voice
still calls her now and then
she lives alone by fate and choice
but likes to chat of when
last century they had a time
and as she reminisces
a mountain goat resumes her climb
enfueled by sacred kisses
grandmother’s chanel number five
bludgeoned her grandson’s nose
and he blinked back tears when he hugged her
.
sixty years later
the grandson weeps for his grandmother
as more pieces of the puzzle of her click into place
.
it has become obvious
that as a tri-delt alumna she had desperately needed
to feel as though she were still in the game