
Bearing chocolate came a Dandy
Skippy Suzie always handy
Down at the seashore
Tried merging once more
But only got sandy candy
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Changeling diversions
Quiz all quislings endlessly
The poison will out
Chroma was solid
But the hue was all askew
Mangled magenta
Green Leaves the folk song
1580 toe tapper
Do you mean Greensleeves?
Magenta the Clown
on "Desolation Quiz Show"
as hue challenged host

reading between things
augury plus intention
tendered union bliss
rapture unwraptured
gifts under the Christmas tree
dangling ornaments
take caution under
turbulence of augury
loose dangling berries
perilous frivolity
scary December cherries


The turbulence created
For unsmoothing smooth currents
With hungers satiated
By flowing eddy servants
Stuffs voids with a waving hand
Blurred vision vortex fillers
Left barely able to stand
Up on twin crumbling pillars
Succumbs again to forces
Repeats past current courses
Soak in a hot bath
Essential oils. Spices. Herbs.
Mull her over good
Snooty Chanteuse went
from chic to comfortably numb
after one Sidecar
Keep clerics away
Big can of Cardinal Spray
Works or your soul back
mull on media
cheap chic spray coating hollow
pretentious celebs

Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?

Driving back from a meandering fully packed family minivan vacation in Hoosierland a quarter of a century or so ago, the opportunity for a brief spur of the moment stop at this intimidating edifice presented itself.
The land equivalent of a cruise ship parked in hilly idyllic terrain. Little chance of capsizing of getting lost at sea. A throwback to a time when you could idle away a season in one building. Albeit a huge labyrinthine of a structure. Hallways that brought to mind “The Shining”. Long porches with plenty of rocking chairs to contemplate the hills off yonder. Arcade games, pools. bowling alleys, all tucked away in this testament to pleasure pastimes of bygone eras. I could have stayed there for a week or two, and the lads agreed. As #2 son dubbed it, ” Fwench Wick”.
But it was not to be and we never returned.
Visiting the web site It looks like it has undergone more than a few upgrades since then. Twenty five years ago it seemed a bit more rustic and dated than it looks now. But the strong bones seem to have endured. As do I.
Why identify the scene of a long ago brief stop over as a favorite place? Because that’s what came to mind and that’s just the way I am.
I love the smell of regret in the morning
Dementia pen signs
Cue belly laughs and guffaws
Joker has no clue
weaving through the rot
slithering vespertine soul
no coherent thought
Shaved Ice got rained on
By his sharp jagged edges
Deli cold cut gash
the joker juncos
yucking it up watching the
vespertine vermin
pardoning rich criminals
while wallowing in their slops
"Death is a debt to nature due
Which I have paid and so must you"
Gravity's Rainbow-Thomas Pynchon

Offered assistance
With a chivalrous flourish
Rebuffed with disdain
A free range study
How B.S. baffles the brain
Observed with a smirk
stars in the cosmos
solar system paint splatter
sloppy moon paint job
B.S. Baffles Brains
An infinite number of ways to arrive at the inevitable.
This has just been a speed
bump on the ribbon of infinity
I have been cruising on.

current regime wants
to drown the public in dark
aphotic news zone
where no light sheds on their path
to enrich their shellfish selves
A dangerous game
I presume the position
See if she approves
cold night and day here
in the aphotic zone but
no flies I presume
