Yes, you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can't you reach?
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
With her picture books of the pyramid
And her postcards of Billy the Kid
(Why must everybody bow?)
You better talk to her 'bout it
You're her lover now.

Now you stand here while your finger's goin' up my sleeve
An' you, just what do you do anyway? Ain't there nothin' you can say?
She'll be standin' on the bar soon
With a fish head an' a harpoon
An' a fake beard plastered on her brow
You'd better do somethin' quick
She's your lover now.

contd...

Long ago- a many years gone
when I was fresh and young

I couldn't speak of holy war

just the crusades in the history books
-a telling time of barbarisms and men on hooks

All jocose words replaced with extremist verbiage
every day words now; jihadist, al-qaida, far-off countries, laws and injustices
- I will never face.

And I suppose this is our diction
to be learned well, recited for clear-minded dictums

And wishing for a far-out time is all I can do
yet, can't turn on my back on the ugly truth

It lives in the now and foreseeable future
It is and it will be as it is

Enchanted with romantics
Not for long it's 1863

T.S Eliot

Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are

So the strange man taught you new capabilities. Places inside you didn't know were there. Perceptions you didn't perceive. Colors you couldn't see. And after all it is simple. The mystery is found and lost every day.

Valentine's Day

"A love match? What antediluvian ideas you have! Who speaks of love in our days? " said the ambassador's wife.

With the creation of Google Buzz it's safe to say we (directly/willingly or indirectly) entered the age of Googlement. It's own ecosystem with no reliance on outside forces to entertain, inform and work.

Sleeping Slightly

After, way after all we are like Severin
--seeking pleasure
Kicked in the ground

Far Away from the Grind

Turn the knob, open the door
forgotten youth smell
Bright skies a white cloud
baby blue toy car
Hiding in the garden's brush
Chasing roses
Happy

Hey, YoutTube!

Rectangular Pandora/ crazy as a fox/ forgetful Madea or is it Midas' touch?/
LOL@ They're all famous now, for a short while/ Socialist fame but the earthquake is faster/
Ancient and new/ Let me look back to the future and past/ It's there/ Distorted and amplified for the mob/
Five stars, forgiving or forgetting/ Hip or with it, cant you get it?/ And getting it is getting nothing at all/
Tornado of words and croons/ Meows and heads/ I just cant recall all because of your dark spell/