COLLAR

collar what’s that I don’t know what that is with all do respect

that was a close one

it happens every time you’d think that at some point you’d learn

assume the dog play position

a gesture that does not go unrecognized

in cast iron minutes of nomenclature being a person of astute stature coupled with the theme music that plays as I walk on my hind legs

I hereby pick cotton and give it to algodon who lives in the area above the stairway that is a metaphor for a portal or something you’d usually see on a cruise ship

truman capote once compared it to while under the covers making whoopie with betty crocker who in some circles was written off as a hapless kerchief when in effect she was closer to being a hopeless romantic than anything else

besides it wasn’t until the pre dawn hours that strutting of stuff and/or the hitting of strides starts to hit its stride and strut its stuff analytically

REACHING SUFFICIENT LEMMINGS

the swelty carrying the spine unto regional tones periodically the naturist has known to succumb as well in a formulaic mold blend of fill it to the rim

salient ways blending methodically into liquid square forms boundlessly full of energy and light justice reaching sufficient lemmings perched on rafters snaring side winding stretches of ribbon to the tee

right up your alley mighty high legume my lesson in salivating tomorrow’s today at last long drip of sonny williams digging the punch spicket folding for yosemite

echo the sentiment and pass it on to the shot como se accent the you’re in for it now just how is it done

why with painstaking resemblance to reconciled wooly mammoths that feed off indulgences that take a second longer to betray the coaster picturing the assembled

guessing the outcome flying wild over the sandbar only to really before totally bellowed

THAT

steady the deck don’t go shaking it molly

first you see a black dot with eight legs in the morning then several hours later you see it on the wall

did I mention it was on the floor previously

hypothetically speaking have you ever had the feeling like someone is poking you in the arm

hey stop that

but no one is there except noon with an even though maybe it was the other way around but forgive me if I don’t explain any more than that

delay apparently if we may call it that

jeez couldn’t that have been avoided

I STILL SAY LASSO GAZUNDHEIT

here’s to the person who thinks you’re supposed to say ewok as you burp

I liken it to when I was a youngster and people would sneeze and I always said lasso because that’s what I thought you were supposed to say

little did I know the correct expression was hey boy going to tree land this away

from your countenance counting twice as we rant and rave about the state of the situation to come

sincerely signing the bottom of the letter as yours truly meadowlark lemon a proper alias if I ever heard one

dare I say in such a way that marcel marseau would be proud to have shaken hands with tanner llewellyn driving this wreckage into port pulling up the anchor and hitting the brakes just in time once again

within earshot of hoodlums characters who take up precious space in this here tome

bless you

I still say lasso gazundheit

THIS AFTERNOON’S DILEMMA

look fellow earthling in contrast to the autumn spell here and now and I quote the record book when I convolute the soaking persona of a ten minute tail told over a cup of one sum time ago added to the symbol for boron on the chart

speaking of which comma do you care to be

this afternoon’s dilemma is just that

a growling dog might suspect that it was a combination of the two resulting in a winsome cringe

for the parody to take place then that correction had to be taken care of or we would have lost our place and had to have started over

with no apologies or simple apostrophes to give us the resolute sensation that you are floating glides your path by blowing bubbly snickers into the back of your head

after a moment’s notice glimmer back at them and say it’s payback time

to whom can we thank for owning up to this

NICKNAMES

the whistle bellows behind other signals of no particular grounding

the thermostat has no say in the temperature

when rolls up backwards along your spine and you beckon in the farm team as they stroll into town in a single digit flurry just north of the flakes that get chipped away

once the layering is done ancy as you wipe your brow wondering what makes this thing

accidentally putting the respect ultimately behind us

point little head towards nicknames such as pinwheel planet or pappy but it doesn’t count when you make it up yourself but then nobody calls you that anyway

unless you count

let me now digress to speculate on the salted sweat that comes in the night to be confused with remote possibilities that you can erase senses

in between rides on a box car that is going south out of your peripheral vision on through the faucet spitting out grimy water coated in rust meant to remain on your toothbrush and chemically merge with your brand

FREEDOM THE BLINK RESPONSE

answer not by beginning but by focusing on play things

tiptoe on one foot keep your receipts take them with you

when you go circulate breathing techniques and freedom the blink response musically

pause briefly

sink back into the smooth groove creating art in the process

ain’t by slumbers as inspired by rinky dinky slanted corners that have been filed away in drawers unlabeled and locked with the missing key

here we come the big dipper hits

let em rise and stay up there a bit

polish the brick helping to slip on wet pavement noted here