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!

 The acuity

     His eyes were grey with specks of Quasimodo

          The irises were Kurosawa in a 62 Ford Fairlane

   Dersu Uzala in a leisure suit!

 Smokey hearted 

     Embrace of the Sasquatch medallion

     The footprints led to a large heap of charred cabin wood-

         It was just south of the Minton Peak trailhead where Pinebreath left his wristwatch. 

   Rolex. Still ticking.

    

 We were floundering

     in a school of broken hearted

          Whalefish 

        Our spouts were sealed thru our embarrassment 

     Of salty high school seas and crusty tears

    A rosebush blossomed in our minds 

      And we looked with wonder

          At the goddamn Beauty

     Like eating hot pepper Kung Pao 

   Chicken at the bus stop Chef Tong's 

   Cafeteria restaurant

  For the first time

 I had no heart 

    So I birthed a book

    Long winded they said

        Bloodless

       But it beat slightly

     And I went on

      

 I impregnated the impossible future

    With laden interpretations of grimacing snarls

       In an early evening backyard pandemic party

Everyone was talking very loudly 

    And thru my window their laughter caused 

       My eyelids to droop voraciously 

 The lightfoot capsized his Coca-Cola!

     His first mate, Mr. Pibb

Was at the Doctor (Pepper)

    When he noticed he'd been 7-Upped

    It was sundown

   So he figure he'd spend some

 Time in a bottle

 divide the truth

    By a thousand and two

    And I'll tell ya a story

 Sometimes you catch a twisted sorry bread like substance

    The moon

     It's not cheese

        It's a Guantanamo loaf

      Baked to perfection

    Like an orange tabby cat

    Meow!

 In the Crackerjack universe 

    The peanuts all sink to the bottom 

       The box has turned to a bag

        And it's gotten smaller

     There's still a prize inside 

   But it's hardly anything

     But it's still a prize!

 Sometimes the wind blows your name away.

    Sometimes it gets caught in a bush and it's 

   easily retrieved but other times

you have to chase it for blocks 

     Running the windy streets 

        Without a name