Whatchamacallit: XV

Floating through space comes easy.
Bass and mind and water.
When alligators swallow the milkyway they taste rain
and dusty bliss.
I walk the desert, my feet on the crocodiles back.
We switch gender, she loves me now.
Dark voices travel with us, a tribe of amphibian men.
The opposite of expectation lost it's riverbed.
We know now, how to rest in movement.

Whatchamacallit: XIV

The wasp queen got hit by a hailstone whilst dancing at a Berlin festival.
The royal entourage brought steak and honey and bathed her in wheat beer.

Whatchamacallit: Sex And Dancing

Your eyes are black,
I dig it.
Your grip is hard,
I dig it.
Your hips are bouncing,
I dig it.
Touch me,
I dig it.
You're heavy,
I dig it.
Saliva,
I dig it.

Difference?
Pick it!

Whatchamacallit: XII

Wasp queen around my head,
I don't have any honey.

Wasp queen, can you
find me fifty bucks?
I want to burn some money.

Whatchamacallit: Sunny City Realisations

You're the devil, but anyhow the sun is shining.
I want to paint a thousand little devils,
you won't be recognized.

I'm the devil, I'll paint myself on the canvas, but
not next to you.
We'll be together amongst thousand pointy horns
and it won't matter what we did.

Whatchamacallit: X

I must do this,
I have to and I shall.

I should what I want
and I may.

I'd like to and I could
if I would.

Whatchamacallit: IX

Through the park, me and my broken rear light.

 

The floodlit buildings stayed behind eventually,

but the moon piggybacked orion and followed me all the way

into town.

Whatchamacallit VIII

One package of spark-fountains,
to pimp the flower-box.

Three party poppers from last year,
inside should be at least five pieces of confetti.

Two rainbow paper streamers,
will be blown and draped around the rubber plant in about three minutes.

(This is fun! Let's rummage through some more drawers
and see what else I can find...)

Oh my! Seven temporary tattoos!

Whatchamacallit: Halloween

Ghoulish sun shimmers

the morning after hallows' eve.

The cat turned into godzilla

and made off with the cocoa bats.


The pumpkins are watching

as we're eating their insides.

Whatchamacallit VI

Prince Hyaena

loves Water and biting.





I think holey Fingers and indoor puddles

are fashionable.

Whatchamacallit: Mr. Kitty

Ginger with blue eyes

lying on his back.

Two giants getting down to work

tickling his neck.

It's fizzy fuzz-love.

Whatchamacallit IV

Oh boys,

their lips

their forearms

their jawlines

their hips.



I feel like

surf-riding .

Whatchamacallit III

In June

the Cat

was on a

June bug

diet.

Whatchamacallit II

The moon is moist tonight 

while I'm eating mustard seeds.

French music that's been picked out

by Woody Allen.

Whatchamacallit

Accidental co-generated midnight poetry...


The Banana The Banana Makes The Love In The Bar Of Lighting

Also, I'd like to drop a curtsy to Reachel.

Good evening.