Thursday, 29 August 2013

My Sister the Stripper

My sister the stripper, the belle of the ball.
Push-up-bra-tip-cup she’s gone by last call.
Exceeds at excess with a rip in her dress.
Succeeds at success she’s a true triple threat.

Spent rent on expenses; tuition's past due.
She fights the gag reflex doing duos for you.
On the Edge like Heath Ledger - a bender from hell.
Ditched her lab partner and just made the bell.

Edits for predators a night on the town.
Jaeger-bomb-booty-bumps the singles rain down.
Prince Charming’s alarming he steps on her toes.
She stutter-step stumbles and powders her nose.

Mid-terms with tapeworms the dog ate her books.
Professor undressed her with one creepy look.
Laugh lines from wincing but she’s not convinced.
Her grade point average has slid ever since.

My sister the stripper she’s doing her best
But it’s time for a break, she needs some rest.


(Note: this is a fictional character!)

Over at D'verse Poets Pub Victoria is having us dig into our archives and edit an old poem. On my computer files I have my poems organized based on a number of categories but I have one folder I call "Doggerel". This is the folder of forgotten poems that I have decided are just bad poetry. This one I fear may still fit that bill but I have reworked it a number of times and I had a lot of fun with it.  There is a whimsical note to it however, the subject is very real - this is from a very dark time in my life and my own experience with addiction. 

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

What Happens in Vegas...

Thrust to calypso
drumbeat bite
bottom lip
bang a gong.

It's on like Donkey Kong.

Edgy premise on the
edge of the precipice
climbing across a
broken moon.

Boom boom boom.

Cryptic crickets
rapidly climbing
fancy pants make-believe
Master of disguise.

Blood shot eyes.

Leveraged beverage
pepper on a cheese souffle
busted with a bad toupee
Turtle wax carjack

Cracka' had a heart attack.


Toads are Getting Listed Today

Saturday, 24 August 2013


A lie.
into the eye of
a hurricane - breaking the curl
of a wave that I'm ripping right into the chain
of my own D.N.A. like the
curve of the milky
way back to
the be
It's fib.
Fall into
the golden rectangle
can never escape it - it chases
me into the gates of insanity. As I am
spiraling out of control. I
try to regain my
I count


Toads are using the Fibonacci Sequence for poetry - and it's cool.

Thursday, 8 August 2013

She's So Cc-c-c-c-c-cold

wind blows
she knows
she throws 
her weight around
and I knew to 
run for the hills
before the hammer 

My Papa warned me
about women scorned
and to pull up my pants 
when the party is over.

But took I a chance 
on December romance
and that was the year that
Hell really froze over.

Today is Day 2 of a 5 Day free promotion for my Kindle Chapbook "Rough Around the Edges". 
Details are here on my Author Blog "Notes from the Edge" - support you local poet!

Saturday, 3 August 2013

anyone lived in a pretty how town

Fireblosson from Imaginary Garden has us writing a poem in a poem in a poem. One of my early favorites was ee cummings and the way he abused my beloved language. I hope this will be seen as a thoughtful tribute to cummings not a shameless rip off.

I met anyone in a pretty how town
poetry up by grade point down
he scratched my think and listened my hear
round by circle to glasses by ear

(north south east west)

drip by drop by teacher by taught
anyone wasn't but he always is
that by that and this by this
over to under by no to not

(sun rain snow wind)

he smiled my happy and yelled my mad
he teetered my has and tottered my had
better by smaller and more by less
quicker to snail by checkers to chess

(coke pepsi 7up sprite)

downside left and upside right
smell by cheek by close by nose
poem by pencil by pen by prose
rose by smell by poem by sight

(morning noon evening night)

poem by door by open anyone
words by letters by does by done