say hello to my fish butler

dont you come over
and dont tip my fish
butler
standing at the door
opening that door
closing that door
for you to not give my fish
butler a tip
a remark,
even a compliment,
a tip of the hat, a good day a good bye
a good reason to live,
for that matter.
its ok, you must think,
its only my fish butler.
yes.
it is only my fish butler,
my fish butler from italy,
who wears a bow tie and is nice
and opens the door and closes the door
for you to not give my fish
butler a tip

but works are not worms

says the worm,
so eely and fissioned

but words are not works

says the bird

several thousand words

squirmy and twisted
some
jagged and plotted

histogrammed a la bugs bunny
or baked in a pie a la black birds
of france
of course

they are just words.

lucky

up up and away, awnings over easy
and legs over done,
wings often worn out from
flying to and from the front of the posts
to the front of the posts
and back to the front of the posts
with a side detour to the corner.

New Baraks

O bummer,
I cant get with that.
Gotta keep it quick,
never miss
so I send it with a kiss.

a doomsday dummy, dressed in soil
earthly and raw and fragile as the turned up
lumps of the till,
on feet rising, teeth chattering, yalking and bilking
and sending missiles out of not-so-ordinary eye sockets
so
sue says,

nuff' said

Remember the Spring, last spring, when the flowers
popped out of the frozen
frost and the little birds sang in the high tops,
in mind of potential crops

wind and snow

consider a duck in the wind
falling into the part
of the earth
covered with duck weed choked
water, with a message.

The duck wants you to know something.
Get out the binoculars.
Look, listen, and Learn.

What you will know
is that the duck
is no ordinary duck but
a nice duckfriend
who whishes you
a
very
merry

frequency phase diagrams in the dusk @gmail.com

calf in the headlights
upright and stage first left exit
to the left, no to the left, to the left,
(no to the leftovers) bits of turkey leg
grieving for heat, seething in a bucket of brine
a sock comes off and the shoe stays on
a statistic
a-static example of deafness in the hearing
of a million million man march
to the million million years that have
passed since man marched in february not yet march.

"friends, romance, and country men"
"be wear the ides of march"
"the jaws that bite, the claws that catch"

who cares any more? show me some snow
and I'll make you wealthy healthy and wise.

as twilight sprinkles in
on a pithy of hang nails and soaring tails,
the long over due bandicoot stands up and says something that should
never have been shouldered on our corns

star VS crow PART I; flight!

up from the south
sleds fluttering out
over coarse airs the flew
,whole crows so the saying goes,
minus with the night
what is added to the second thirsty light,
the cold solid star golding out
against antimatter black ire.

wolf tooth, so big, so round

in the sky
making the drip go drop
by drop
to the side
to the side
to the lives at the edge of the smile

the wolf tooth
keeps rollin along,
sized by slew eyes
in the radial lines,
the polar vector phase diaphrams,

We Are Blind
A Circle Is Rind

somewhere ri-ght here.

tantamount

to me, is this side montaine,
a stigmatism in the religion,
a feeling of free pigions, wrestling back tears
for the frozen pizza
wasting time in the snow.