Venetian or Tunisian?
I am such an idiot!
I don’t know why I forgot
That I am not a Cypriot.
over two decades in the making. a timeshifting autobiographical poetry collage w/photography. a diaristic, nearly "daily writing" (ad)venture. new pieces are posted most days.. **new and in progress** -- recordings of each poem are being added. these are read by the author & posted to each poem's page. --Del Ray Cross (contact delraycross at gmail)
Tuesday, June 09, 2020
Sunday, June 07, 2020
mmcmxciii
Happy Snippets
(that survived the
general uproar)
“I was eating but I just got your message
should we say goodnight soon?”
“[worried, to himself] well, this definitely
could be defined as hunger.
...
I no make sentence pansied in proper pan skillet.”
“Oh, hey, which skillet? I myself am
taking a break from the biting and chewing and
swallowing to lie down in solidarity with
food coma. And play a game.”
“You there?! It’s your turn!”
“Deeeeeelicous!”
“Delicious, yes.
Didn’t you say you taste like bacon?
Maybe?”
“I might have.
Cuz I am a pig.
And I love to eat them, too.
Also, everybody knows that I am bacon’s
number one fan.”
“Why do I have a feeling that the more I know
of you the more amazing I will realize you are?”
“You and me both [nervous laughter emoji]”
“Understanding well that you strongly dislike
pigeon’s buttholes, and given that I have
nevertheless only known you know for [checks
wristwatch] six months....”
“You sweet, sweet man!”
“It looks great!”
“Uhhuh. It is incredibly hearty!”
“Hearty...
Sweet.
Savory, actually.
Stay safe!”
“Well, as for my something new, I am getting a large
peach slushy.”
“Yes, I could see that.”
“You are quite the experienced man, you know!”
“And you, young whippersnapper, are a
genius!”
“There’s a sentence with an obvious butt at the
end of it. Do proceed.”
“Sweet dreams.”
“It is a dog eat dog world out there. You, too!”
(that survived the
general uproar)
“I was eating but I just got your message
should we say goodnight soon?”
“[worried, to himself] well, this definitely
could be defined as hunger.
...
I no make sentence pansied in proper pan skillet.”
“Oh, hey, which skillet? I myself am
taking a break from the biting and chewing and
swallowing to lie down in solidarity with
food coma. And play a game.”
“You there?! It’s your turn!”
“Deeeeeelicous!”
“Delicious, yes.
Didn’t you say you taste like bacon?
Maybe?”
“I might have.
Cuz I am a pig.
And I love to eat them, too.
Also, everybody knows that I am bacon’s
number one fan.”
“Why do I have a feeling that the more I know
of you the more amazing I will realize you are?”
“You and me both [nervous laughter emoji]”
“Understanding well that you strongly dislike
pigeon’s buttholes, and given that I have
nevertheless only known you know for [checks
wristwatch] six months....”
“You sweet, sweet man!”
“It looks great!”
“Uhhuh. It is incredibly hearty!”
“Hearty...
Sweet.
Savory, actually.
Stay safe!”
“Well, as for my something new, I am getting a large
peach slushy.”
“Yes, I could see that.”
“You are quite the experienced man, you know!”
“And you, young whippersnapper, are a
genius!”
“There’s a sentence with an obvious butt at the
end of it. Do proceed.”
“Sweet dreams.”
“It is a dog eat dog world out there. You, too!”
Friday, June 05, 2020
mmcmxcii
Thursday, June 04, 2020
mmcmxci
Matterings*
Stew too bare?
Boo hoo leery!
Whom to wear?
I tip cars grooving, many hounds run and pout.
See birds more lauded cut my salve, um, the louts!
“Mathew be a guy.” At last it has been said.
Sue took a pee. The mastiffs scour, bend to laze.
Hitchhiker’s stealing cats? Depends. Under age?
Kento be lies. Do men sow what they bleed?
Butter curds, more! Minoan isn’t many. Four?
Gunther heard more. The dom he, no gun, glistens.
Hot mustard for Ben (moan!) pissing (whizz!)
To muse walking that mall.
Blue shoes, no stockings that all.
Wednesday, June 03, 2020
mmcmxc
The Village’s Idiot
If you can film it, it’s not real, just so you know.
—Carrie Fischer
If you can film it, it’s not real, just so you know.
—Carrie Fischer
livid mousse
entrapped
but thru the
looking glass,
you see
/ not
tooth to
winnow
all but
the hoop
iest loop
iest min
alas, it lands
but / ouch! /
a smidge to
the south
and beyond
the pond
erosa and its
yet not pet
itants / who
were only
just about
to send their
annual school
of papooses off
to Ponderosa
Kindergarten /
because papa
ooses are
sign if I can’t,
amid the roiling
boom kaboom
that sent his
whizzbang bowl
ing ball a-whistle /
he sees it whiz
right thru the soon
burnt forest only
to land / alas!
just south and
past the pond
erosa / never
the less sending
its scurried
swath of
habitants
and their
swiftly
scooped
papooses fran
tically into
the now burnt
forest / but
with purse
upon the
concrete
sphere / it’s
been ass
essed that
justice is
essed that
justice is
only just
but thru the
looking glass,
you see
/ not
tonight to
ward off
all the
schools —
in bluest
ward off
all the
schools —
in bluest
tooth to
winnow
all but
the hoop
iest loop
iest min
now the
house :
the zaf
the zaf
tigest
whaliest
goof of
goof of
the house /
a sub
species
species
all of its
self / it feigns
pains to plan
the plan
that’ll — men
acing — soon
be panned /
because only
the pomp
ous know
because only
the pomp
ous know
the ult
imate traj
ectory of
the snap
of the pan
imate traj
ectory of
the snap
of the pan
orama that
is shot /
but oof! /
is shot /
but oof! /
alas, it lands
but / ouch! /
a smidge to
the south
and beyond
the pond
erosa and its
yet not pet
rified inhab
itants / who
were only
just about
to send their
annual school
of papooses off
to Ponderosa
Kindergarten /
because papa
ooses are
sign if I can’t,
too, you either
see or do not
see / but soon
instead its den
izens are frantic,
fanning poose
less flames for
life (as zip!
see / but soon
instead its den
izens are frantic,
fanning poose
less flames for
life (as zip!
they make like
vacuees and flee!) —
vacuees and flee!) —
resembling most
the dangling fat
flat-screen tee
the dangling fat
flat-screen tee
vees each once
decreed a home
— and I do mean
verily! mean
while the floofdecreed a home
— and I do mean
verily! mean
amid the roiling
boom kaboom
that sent his
whizzbang bowl
ing ball a-whistle /
he sees it whiz
right thru the soon
burnt forest only
to land / alas!
just south and
past the pond
erosa / never
the less sending
its scurried
swath of
habitants
and their
swiftly
scooped
papooses fran
tically into
the now burnt
forest / but
at the house
of the fanged
and grim
aced floop,
said ploop —
of the fanged
and grim
aced floop,
said ploop —
with purse
less lipless
lips reminiscent
of poop ... /
lips reminiscent
of poop ... /
... removes
its ghostish
eye of mottled
head from scope —
its ghostish
eye of mottled
head from scope —
looks yonder
to the other
livid side of
the livelong
room — to
wards its conic
wards its conic
onlookers —
who’ve all but
not yet un-lived
who’ve all but
not yet un-lived
in this expanse-
expense- ive
expense- ive
room each
once called
living / they
once called
living / they
tick-guffaw
like purloined
hearth-ridden
seahorses soon
enflamed : a life
less opera once a
less opera once a
wash in well-ton
Tuesday, June 02, 2020
Monday, June 01, 2020
mmcmlxxxviii
butt butt buttAH!*
scuttlebutt
i know u r butt whut um i?
—attributted to a mr. u. r. butt (whose biography is otherwise bare)
scuttlebutt
buttscotcher
beach butt
beach butt
nutterbutt
butterboat
butch butt
butt much?
ball butter
butt baller
butt breast
boxbutter
butt cruncher
easy butt
peasy butt
butt blotter
robot butt
butt robuste
butts or bust!
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