Wednesday, January 2, 2019


Tequila & Lime

Batten down the hatches honey
Get a hat for bats
Watch some golf pornography
To reinforce the facts
of the matter, of the thing
I heard you say that time
There’s no good reason ever
for Tequila without lime

Make me check my balls honey
Make me clean up on the tee
As Jesus comes right through the walls
Between your perfect knees
I still remember all that shattered
All those things you said that time
No such thing as a good reason
No Tequila without lime

Let’s get down to practice honey
What yours is and mine might be
What pollinates those pretty blossoms
that don’t have any truck with bees?
No question that I do remember
some scattered things you said in mime
C’mon, there’s more than plenty reason
for Tequila without lime

It’s up to you, you know it honey
You smell like maple, go down like mead
Were you from a world I know
You might be just the bloom I dreamed
But then again you need things too
and dreams are not victimless crimes.
Which gives us an excuse, a reason
for Tequila with our lime


Sonnet for Giants

Castilla believes his redeemer liveth
& Romo is not illegal no matter
that he looks the part, and he doesn’t mind
not being the closer.  Closer my God to thee?
Don’t get too close or someone might shoot.
Shoot like one standing his (or her) guard.
I only use my gun when kindness fails
(personally) said the booby dispatched
from the municipal booby hatch. 
Hatch O my darling eaglets to see what
our ancestral dinosaurs have wrought
from sea to shining sea.  Listen with
dignified awe as their angelic blue jets
deafen all the redeemer’s creatures here below.


Giant Pentatim

When I wasn’t watching and bothered to think
of them, which was not much, the thought was
this team is just not that good. When I was
watching, the thought was, maybe it is. Maybe
they are.  I guess we know how that all turned out.







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