jottings from my new foreskine notebook

a company mint is accompaniment to the think tank man on the spit shine dime of the bailed out line of some deadweight freight. the new scam is old hat but the old boots are worn true.

where is that hat i'm going out darling

                     here i am again              sharp as ever, popped up at the river of the mouth in the gagging beachhead, caked to kill in krill powder but creased cold by centuries of centurion signatories.

honest musings of a fellow who can't quite connect thought with emotion

every tuesday night i'm consumed by the notion to put the trash out on the curb. and then, almost like clockwork, i lose the urge completely for about a week.

every time i open a book -- to page one -- and read each page consecutively until there are no more, i'm met by an implacable sense of accomplishment.

whenever i raise a set of children with a willing spouse, i'm railroaded by a feeling of impenetrable disgust when they are rejected from the ivy league university of their choice.

a selection of quotations

a selection of quotations, (organically) following a pursed perusal of the at-large and assorted western conversational canon:

'the brontosaurus is finished' -- robert oppenheimer, 1942

'your hindquarters, i now reveal to you, hold but a trifling place in this matrimony' -- oscar wilde, 1884

'you can tell these blue corn tortilla chips came out of a bag off a sysco truck. but they're still pretty ok.' -- gabriel garcia marquez, 1995 (translated from the spanish)

'is this still the war of 1812?' -- private archibald clay, 1813

has anybody even looked over this armistice?

in between you and now
and the bully with his sow
is the old dream again
like an egg under its hen

come
senators congressmen
please
feed the mall
don't
freeze up the yogurt
or pockmark the stalls

in between you and now

and the bully with his sow

is the old dream for rent

...or if we watch the market and our wallets we could maybe someday buy?

you don't really
want anything
except to know
you could have it if you did

i showed you something from the sea
foam on your lip reminded me

what was that again
on the off-chance
i might have to remember

pragmatic, blue-collared green poem

//this is a space i've made onscreen to push apart the garish scenes that smart my eyes
(eye my smarts)

everything that is for free would fall upon you naturally
but ask the racehorse for just one quote oh how much sir to sew my oats

disregard in whose regard you'd rise in turn with this canard: it will find you broke and sour
like the sexed up horse per hour


....please inform the maitre'd
                  i'm coming back
                          for his               apostrophe//