53 AND COUNTING

First, let me say dear reader(s), i do Not hate snakes, but i am Not their number one fan, either. i can stand their swift and sometimes unsettling presence in movies and sly appearance in literature. Now with this stated, let me also say, dear reader(s), from a beautiful long and i do mean long, long distance, snakes can be awesomely inspiring. So now for my near-miss daily walking experience, enjoy these Haiku.

Topic of Haiku – (Garter) Snakes and Summer Grass

blade of grass
the rise and fall
of slithering garter

blade of grass —
it rises up
inquisitive garter

blades of grass
rising and falling
slithering garters

startled snake
in a straight line
blade of grass A

slithering garter
becomes amazingly straight
blade of grass B

tall blades —
bouncing and falling
garter snakes

*Garter snakes are a common species found here in Michigan, USA.

105 Days And Counting

May 09, 2022…

Topic of Haiku – Dandelions & Sunshine

sinking sun
when the dandelion rises
amazingly straight

dandelions—
still some stars remain
grounded

late dandelions
the sunlight reaches
one after another

winter dandelions
standing askew
shining, shining

hot sunrise
May dandelion
upright in a breeze

rising sun
through blades of grass
blooming dandelion

starry night
dandelions bend at an angle
wherever they bloom

plucked dandelions
the light of stars
starts waning

dandelions
so many stars fallen
from the sky




WALKING INTO TOMORROW

Mama I know you are sad…

Cleanse me in cool waters, and not in ripples of blood
Swaddle me with love and understanding,
don’t drape me under a tattered cloth,
piled up for the dead

T’morrow all the birds will sing,
flying through the billow of clouds.

Talk to me about magnificent hawks and majestic eagles
don’t fill my young eyes with swarming vultures
pulling flesh from the fallen dead.

T’morrow bucks will charge the does wildly through the brush.

Smile at me with joy, when the sun is shining down.
Coo at me with laughter in your voice, delight in your heart
and not from a written letter found in your belongings.

T’morrow the sun will shine,
and bees will dance in bountiful fields of flowers.

Mama, I know you are sad,
but remember that tomorrow
will be better. Guns and bullets will disappear
and deafening bombs will vanish.

T’morrow, infinite rolling hills will sway,
an illusion of thick and lush greenery.

There will be no more intolerance.
No more Black or White,
Red or Brown, or shades of Grey.

Mama, press me against your heart,
and we will walk together into a new and peaceful world
…one step at a time.

SUGAMAMA

Spices fill your turn-style racks
Utensils tall, tall as the eyes can see
are stacked upon granite, ice skate counters.
Grinders and graters can be found up, up high
into your Himalayan cupboards
Ah, SugaMama, let us make some cakes.
We will mingle with the eggs,
galvanize the oils – essential –
butter and splash us the white stuff.
Add in a few spoons full of sugar
and pinch that salt.
Hold me as I mould the goo batter
into sculptures of tropical birds
and galaxy stars.
Ah, SugaMama lets make gummy cakes,
flaky biscuits and sticky-finger tarts.
Lets gather our mouth-watering treasures
and travel to the park.
We can sprawl, yeah spread it –
sit under mighty trees and listen to the chorus
of crows cawing and plotting their murder
while we swipe away dribbled frosting
from on our sweet-smelling innocent fingers.
SugaMama shall we fluff up our blue blanket
and hit it? Head for the sky? Pretend
that we’re sitting on our own slice of cloud –
smiling and laughing –
point at the doe with her young babe springin’
watch them as they explore the buttercups.
SugaMama, o’ SugaMama gazing eyes
of hypnotic swirl, melting my chocolate,
strawberry and butter-cream.
The swirls Mama, those magical whipped whirls.
Lets catch a ride and travel to the stars.
To the scrumptious cosmic pixies waitin’ for us –
I just know it.
Bug celestial eyes and fiery, gaseous curls.
SugaMama can’t you see them?
Can we dance with them, SugaMama?
Bat your eyelids at their shimmering nova dress.
Twinkling pearls, are those ash-trailing asteroids
around their slender necks?
SugaMama, o’ sweet-smiling SugaMama,
lets tap naked with our naked feet,
snap happy fingers and watch the showering stars
come crashing when we crash –
it’s the sugar, Mama.

TRIPPY

Falling down man
into the hole –
the void –
while the Greek man
smiles at me –
his Mediterranean
nicotine fingers
like long lashes – strike out
feathering my nose,
his cool waters stroke my toes
sending me –
bursting bubbles into my soul
taking me to the outer planes.
Glide with me Mama
as we sing your song
soaring with the reborn phoenix
bask in the ashes –
of the roach.
We will shed our old skins
against our christening fumes;
twist, turn, do a loop-to-loop
against the grey matter
we will laugh up at the red-orange
honey-brown golden flames
as they twist around our curls
let’s pop shrooms, gulp down
the cleansing grey goose
while shimmin’ with the electrified banshees.
Dip me Mama
hit me Mama.
Slap
smack
bump,
tickle my dark side
Sing Mama, let’s scream,
stir,
swirl the streams –
why cry
drown in this cruel,
dragging world?
Let’s sway as cobras,
wiggle like worms.
Hit me mellow Mama
and let’s sing to the wind.

Jack and Jill

Jack approaches Jill,
“Damn baby girl.”
He rubs his chin,
Cocks his head.
Jack smiles at Jill’s busty display
And grabs for her ass.
Jill is shocked
She swings at Jack
Red lipstick grimaces
She searches for mace.
Jack waits.
Jill gives up,
“What the fuck?”
Jill knees Jack,
A brick wall
Holds Jack.
Jill smirks.
Jack cries out “bitch!”
Jack begs “please,”
Jill grins.
She bites his tits through
A Polo white shirt.
Jack swallows,
Black strapless jumpsuit falls
Revealing pink perky tits.
Jack grabs for her ass.
Jill steps back.
She grins,
A slap,
Jack’s head spins
Once more, Jack begs,
“Please.”
Jill shakes her head
Jill cups Jack’s blue jean head.
Jill swivels her hips
She thrusts
Jack is pinned
By a Chocolate Espadrille sandal.
Jack and Jill are thinking,
“Fuck me.”
Jill unzips his fly
Licking her watermelon glossy lips.
Jack sighs in great relief,
Both whispering “fuck me.”
Jill kisses his prick
While jerking his flaccid dick.
Jack continues imploring.
Jill hears his request
She raises her eyebrow
“Hold it.
I can make you erupt.”
Jack can’t wait.
Jill annoyed, assesses
Pfft, a young man
She draws up her shirt,
Jill leaves a frown.
Jack’s pecker drapes down.
Jack in shock cries out,
“What the hell?”
He shrugs his shoulders
He adjusts his shirt
And walks home,
Alone.