Piano Cat

poor old piano cat

smoking the night

away

caressing the white and black

with a cool rain attitude

"Blue Moan in C"

hazy eyes focus unfocused

heat rises pavement simmers

poor old alley cat

told the people

"things are gettin' mighty hot"

over the hot blue telephone

dissonant and wise

poor old piano cat

he's thunder

he's jazz

My Meat

Roll my eyes in silence,

down a rusty, dusty stairwell,

into the lower depths,

do it with panache, please.

oh -

and make sure the basement dwelling dogs

are hungry for my meat.

Killer Apples

screams like hellfire.

women like whores.

the moon is a swamp.

killer apples.

don't eat them.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 16

Knock thrice for great friends.
There's Ralph the Sleaze, Erne the Eel,
And Nate the Strangler.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 16

pumpernickel bread

slide ham between the slices

hump it on your bed

Sailing

Through the corbeled arch of slime

I suck upon a wild lime

an old man greets me at the shore

opening a Golden Door.

He slams my head upon a pike

and shanks my body with a spike

he shakes his beard into my face

where is this place? where is this place?

My spirit floats above the world

answers questions doubts unfurl

my head exploding fifty-fold

I am the sky so I've been told.

And back into that dreadful cave

I make the bearded man my slave

build me fifty-thousand men

And I will spin the earth again.

LeGrande's Last Dream

It wasn't just a different kind of food,

It was a different kind of man,

lying on my candlelit table,

gasping for breath, 'c'est la vie'

because it's his God-given right,

to resist the air of oppression,

and the suffocation,

of a good night's eat.