Mouse House

A lot of bad things happened
these last eighteen months
Another mechanic no longer
in the trusted mechanic zone
untouched water
body of work
pity devastated bull shit

I’m a bigheaded cat woman
willing to do the work to be your dog

I had the line
and now it’s gone
slacking in haikuland
There’s nothing better than ham in the morning
Hospital gown that explodes in the back
as oversized as their SUV’s

I have a dance that involves the hips and the keys
It’s used in religious ceremonies and barbecues
You have to forgive madness
ice jams
flammable tap water
fundable disabilities

we could underbelly up

In the 90’s I had five couches
tater tots on the side
500 calories for a buck
Russell would like a weird noodle place
sticky money

It’s a drag driving down Clark
Luna lazing on top of you
poems like sneezes
record busting snake
I should just stop talking

She has Albert Einstein hair
pulp is not the enemy
I got, like, a corner clean
Too late at night to leave a stuffed animal
She does the microwave
all this stuff bubbling in her mind

The dining room smells better,
but you’re not here
semi colons are my friends
Hermit crabs really do have feelings

I listen to my inner baby Jesus
burping up tabouli
junk in trunk
narco wars
buzzhead
let me know when it’s loaded

Once we put it on paper it has to be self-contained
A mouse house
my nose likes it
dead like Latin
Poetry i the Drug Mart Plaza
White Castle’s fine with me
a written treasure trove

Uh oh, shoe in the street
(waiting for the other shoe to fall)

It isn’t a stable if there is no Jesus
my poetry binder
tool shed Park Avenue
silk goes in the bathtub
The only way to replace lost false value
is to create new false value

smoking each other’s cigarettes and kissing
DISGUSTING

Are people calling me the proper noun?
sweaty guys in smoky suits
a little information stitck
a barstool n my mind
many more little notebooks

I forgot how to look
Americans are scared of hair
weird noodle love
influential parasite
I’m heavier; you’re lighter
upgrade the monsters

WeBiLo 4-5-09

Touch

I am not really touching
this glass
There is space between all matter
If I were to really touch
this glass
Matter would be destroyed

I am not really touching
you
There is space between us
If I were to really touch
you
We would be destroyed

Your breasts are known to me
no matter what you wear
Last night
in a dream
our breasts touched
and space opened
inside me

I will keep you there

WeBiLo 5-18-09

spellcheck

spellcheck

microsoft spellcheck
does not recognize CUNT
i think that is SAD!

WeBiLo 4-28-09

morning drive

sudden — this morning
cherry blossoms are poppin’
overnight success!

Jumping for Balloons

I like to keep a low profile
and a twenty in my pocket
standing in the middle of nowhere
Who doesn’t have size issues
climate control dog – that’s who

Sound systems should look good
in a storm any borders will do
flaunt your taste
random acts of kindness
I love my meat

Tastebuds will be closed

Heavenly metals
cat escort
rattling the sugar
indoor yaard sale
playing with friends is even better

He gave me the magic of the sould patch
I don’t even hate myself anymore
peeling the label
I want to store the sperm

Canadian artists have access to health care
and video equipment. *
I like my bed – nice & soft – perfect temperature
You can be the Jane Fonda of my mind
There is no recession in heaven
I assumed my role and it felt good.

You see – Paul McCartney with wings
comes in right after the stones
pixilated promise
accessory sleeve
if he suspects any sort of weakness,
or illness he’s on you like a coyote on a sick dear
in these tough economic times.

When the skaters hit the backs of their heads
you never see them again
62 could be the new 17
Frisbee, Fresca and Frampton
misbehaving with bowling balls
I didn’t even need to squiggle around to get
them to be quiet

He eats brains

I have a thing problem
I know an idea person when I see one
dog collar, pig ears and hot sauce
anti-fatigue flooring
artificial insemination under a microscope
when the white fluffy stuff starts to blow
it is not pretty.

Vatican overflow parking
smiley face fuck you – hello
bus incident in Canada
they extracted it – early boundary
steal the lane
If I was having a bad day and feeling a little annoyed
– that could have turned out a whole lot different.

New and improved embarassing secrets
Her ears flap in the wind
People wear Buddha on their sleeve
A frozen time concept
No notes, just an apology

I’m experiencing thermal shirt envy
Trying to be inspired
going 70 down 90
I tabled for your stomach
She wants me in a tree

I’ve never had arthritis but
I’ve had people owe me money.

WeBiLo

3-15-09

* Frank Greeen

Where the Pain Comes From

 I can feel it in my head when I write

Queer as three weiner dogs on a leash

As rated by stalkers everywhere

 

I’m a good wine person

If it weren’t so loud in here I’d send it back

Fuckless

Can you put three of them

            on a leash?

 

I’ve got an old lady neck,

you’ve got boys knees

no word left behind

A dinosaur in computerland

The co-efficient of friction wasn’t with me

 

Sometimes my brain just does things

We’re all on Youtube

we just haven’t been tagged

The hypocrisy of humanity

I’ll love the dog that prevails

 

Demonstrating makes me hungry

Healthy relationships keep me fit

 

funky mouse

 

I like jumping up and down

With younger men

Mom doesn’t like to wear the mom hat

Run up the bezzle

Hanukah is getting hip

 

He had a sensitivity chip missing

Jesus dressed in cellophane in lights

weirdness in code

the gloves are back

I am separated from my concerns

 

She has 100 songs in her top 50

It fits with her need to have two of everything

This is a plus for us

temporary humans

hanging out in Haliburton Hummers

 

 

He had to break the law to get to god

Riding bicycles in the mansion

Hacking up the yellow stuff too

I got under both my blankets

That was my last conscious thing

 

My mind needs prompts

I got some good zip codes

I need reassurance from

     the dead Jesus downstairs

 

Do not blow smoke up my ass

 

I lost my gloves when the car blew up

You have to be careful with your food source

The republican party, jesus and all that

Sneaky smart rat

Rudely ripped away from purring bodies

 

Anxious tag wailing

Seven days of birthday

The stubborn crisis

Caring about my fellow man tires me out

 

We can close

 

Starving to death around piles of vinyl

A random piece of snow flies at me

 

 

                                      WeBiLo   2-8-09

thought for today

If you can’t say it in haiku it’s too many words.

How can you smell other people’s eggs?

The new ants didn’t come today

Start drinking beer & start yr evening

crack infested children

winged wheelchair

Oprah reveals her weight

 

Can I not tell the future?

The voice is cracking

like the hair is cracking

Boring numbers tasks

a salad martini

 

Scrotum — it’s not on the list

I think someone else perspired

judgmental poet

something viral going on

in the you tube of my mind

 

I can sit here & play

with my Prismacolor all day

I have an obligation to be diligent.

Catholics have the illusion

that they understand sin*

the proper gays who hold

sanitized fundraisers

store sperm

purse & boots

warm notebooks

 

error in deleting

 

Someone’s egg smells like perspiration

premature exiting

insulating glass

puke on the carpet growing stuff

 

We’re everywhere —

women with our little pocket notebooks

 

If she has shiny red shoes

she must have plans

high wire walking squirrel

the other skyline in town

canine cattle beef bone monster femur

I set some parameters

& turn myself loose.

 

Women wandering in traffic

banging computer boy

buzzhead

dead pansies

marginalize       vilify

obese white trash data

Enough of the right things

to claim it makes sense.

 

I need to keep my tail clean

& kick my ass.

There’s a gaping hole

where the bear used to be.

Changing the subject around the egg issue

Don’t let my East side DNA come out!

Beer & movies make it a little better.

If you don’t like it,

I understand.

WeBiLo 2-1-09

* Nick Traekner

thought for today

You’ll walk away from this thinking I’m well read, well traveled or insane and the meds are working today.

Iced Tea — Shaken, Not Stirred

 

Big paw Louie

queen on a barstool

brownie for a year.

Until you kneel down on the tile in this skirt

you’ll never know what a saint is

 

I have sick breath

She has a spiritual advisor, homeopath & naturopath on standby

 

You know me as a blond

He’s just a hungry skunk

trying to get back to the 4th dimension

Eating police

The audacity of hype

 

Depends on perspective whether it’s a suburb

little tight units

duck billed platypus

the sound of the flea

crunching between the fingernails

incarcerated cats on virginal turf

 

I can see the UHaul on the horizon

Song like a painting

sniff the purse

He let the fish win.

 

The bailouts are getting scarier & scarier

WordPress & godaddy talk to each other

Dead space on dead man’s curve

True believing kitties

 

I’m as confused as I ever was

but now I’m confused on a much higher level

 

This is a no-brainer —

there are two kinds of people,

size queens

and those who are in denial

about being size queens

I rely on my inner jock

  

Saturday morning multitask queen

He was kinda weirded out by it

smashed & skewered rat going for his weiner

They measured with a yardstick

Gutter balls

 

Finesse clown,

exact profile of somebody who,

if he drank enough,

would get a few felonious assaults

Do you really think so?

 

It wants to break

trenchant expository

photographs sullied by intermingling.

Mental illness —

they say it like it’s a bad thing.

I hear it all in my head —

perfectly

The audacity of hope

 

Cinnamon sticks make me think

little puppy dog eyes

Hot chocolate anniversary

It’s a small cue

spooning rice

getting all the bad stuff out

 

I’m learning to give people their own perspective

a part of me that’s real

chubby little bullet

puddlebutt

wraparound doggie

(everyone has size issues)

BRING BACK HAIR FROSTING!

 

I like canning, handling the harvest

feel it traveling thru yr hands,

down thru yr legs

to the ground

I like it when you’re standing in pumps.

WeBiLo