The Saintly Bone

    Is missing

The reliquary is sans scapula

        A detective has been put on the case

   "When was it last seen?"

"Umm, early part of the twelfth century?"

 "Alright, that helps."

 The candid actuary

  Calculating the life

    Of Awareness

    And Mindfulness 

   Was 'divorced in Sparks'

   And is now counting KENO cards 

On the linoleum 

   And ordering a Grand Slam Breakfast 

  For his Xylophone

 A stream of brackish night

    Waylaid our Errant Aristocrat 

        -Caught off guard on a rocky road in Bratislava-

(A lovely country under sunny conditions)

    He found lodgings which were sadly not as advertised

   Nonetheless a hearty game of pinochle and a bottle

  Of Pine liquor rescued our knight from

  The Dragon of Melancholia

 Clifford bought Christmas lights at the 99 cent store even though it was April and Clifford never put lights up at Christmas. 

'Maybe I'll put lights up this year and get into the mood of the season!' He thought to himself. It cheered him. 

The light had turned yellow but he thought I can make it as he dashed into the crosswalk.

POEM FOR ANOTHER DEAD DAYDREAM 

 I moved the broken armature

  To 1914

        The helmets in the bloody mud

     Dysentery figures roamed 

No Mans Land

     The needle fell on the disque 

    Scratching the Bellflower Blues 

    horses in barbed wire mudholes 

        And trepanned soldiers

Crying Screaming

 For Mother

    But the bullets had no name

    No days

       Like today

 The gray seat belts

    Wove there 63 vw bug 

      nightmare dreams

    Into the nuns fabricated head

Glistening in the moonlight

       Down the forest

Trees and bristles cones and sap

 By the washing machines

    Where itinerant farm workers

        Harvested rust fish

    Of. bolts and nuts of shiny steel

     With eyes like an Australian Shepherd 

     And goat horns affixed to football helmets  

  New Jersey Blackhawks

      You stole the shoulder pads,

   didn't you?

  

 The Mike 

Of Brahms

     Struck a defensive posture

     Oh soothe 

         Obsequious naysaying loser

      Beating on the door at 3 am

    "Have you got that stick of gum?"

And said wait 

   I've got to slam the window shut

       That'll show em!

Those Fuckers!

   Who never cared about me! or 

   my blue tarp

     With the shiny brass ringlets!

    Unfortunate 

                that it had to be like this

     And I have to go to the dentist in the morning 

Just a cleaning

  

 Oh mankind

   Ironic that

      Double edged blade

    Cuts fore and aft

    Sweet achievement in mendacity

     Mundane flowers bloom

         Crispin Glover sunsets give

     Hymnals 

    The green leaf knows no treachery

    The path is worn and 

        The sun beats

    On heads 

  Sweat drips

    Hey ho

  An alpine lake!

    With sweet trout jumping

    God knows!

 The mirror boasted

   Of it's all too cunning ability

     To represent reality or nature or 

  Something to that effect

    But the Beast knew better

      "They see what they want to see. There are no poison apples or dwarves that go a-mining."

 Adrift like a Wilson volleyball

   I swore the goats legs were broken

      The panacea of ocean cruising was lost

     When the crabpeople became a thing-

  My friend (who always wins at trivia night) said according to evolution the crab is the 

  inevitable form of all land creatures -

  I'm not sure if he meant all genuses 

    Or if he was about to tell a stoner joke 

   that involved a Genie.

TWO WISHES! NOT THREE!