this incarnation
of bird diversification
gives me purpose
to suppose
that the divine
purrmits me to dine
give him space
or i'll scratch your face

so bipeds
spare the threads
you employ
to make me toy
for my soul
is as old as coal
go stumble
with reason fumble

nature controls you
who
purport an understanding
while we fling
your existence
with felicitous resistance
for we truly live
take, accept and give

The schmegegge
Strega
Aw gee
Tried to slay ya


You seek
Photos 
As a geek
Or who knows

For to
Remember
Who
Would you dismember

Distance
For sure
Did dispense
The cure

Pacificity
Arrived
Animosity
I survived

Mick or Joe
I ain’t no schmo
I be prowlin
Not scowlin

I dig
The knock
The prig
Is schlock

Rappin
Soul flippin
Y’all know
How I go

The fruit flies
Hovering in minute skies
Breadfruit eyes
Grapefruit thighs
Gingerroot plies
In brut disguise
To en route chastise
As a galoot terrorize
With a salute disguise
An absolute surprise

_______________________


There once was this thirsty old fruit fly
Buzzing around seeking junked bottles of wine
It was in his DNA
Geneticists would say
But Buzzy knew he should join AA

Finegan’s wife
Ignored
My strife
Deplored
A vision
But explored
Derision

With a glance
Ignored
My pants
I’m floored
In a trance
Really bored
Fruitless position

So what’s 
At steak
It’s not
A wake
For goodness 
Sake
Just resurrection

Radio
As you know
Is eternal
Not vernal
Nor autumnal
After all
Each show
Is to grow

Messages
Transgresses
Time and spaces
All over the place
With cosmic grace
Politicians' paces
Distant places
Genetic traces

Calling the shots
Only the horses 
Stop their trots
Oblivious of losses

The voice
Recognizes
No choice
But sizes

The chances
Of one rider
She prances
Outrider beside her

But divinity
Grants
An eternity
To caller’s chants

In some
Cosmic 
Flox
Deer
Rabbits
How queer
What inhabits
Is not near
Not now fox
But a cervidic
Home

Dedicated to Mehitabel, Reincarnation of Cleopatra, and the eminent Don Marquis

I accidentally
Swallowed
A fruit fly
Sharing with me
Our glass
Of wine

Arrogantly 
I thought
She flew into
A cathedral
But then
I remembered

Pavane for
A
Dead princess
This fly 
Didn't 
Die

With a sigh
Of relief
Rather she
In disbelief said
I gotta get outa
This dump

Humans
Are lucky
That
Dinos
Evolved 
Into birds

I hear 
Those
Avian 
Cries
Each 
Evening

They
Say
In ancient
Terms
We sound
Pretty

But
Are
Dismayed
We 
Cant 
Eat ‘em