Monthly Archives: October 2014

Fuckin’ Nutz for Winter



It must be hard being a squirrel.
Gathering all those nutz and eatin’ them,
and saving some to buhrry for the Winter.
Then having to go find them
and unbuhrrying them again.
Just to do the same thing next year.
Reminds me of the Gear my MarinesĀ are always finding
and taking
and buhrrying
and un-buhrrying again
and again and again and again and again and again.
Day after day, week after week, year after year
Fighting unjust wars
JUST for their Marines
JUST to take their place
in case one of them dies…
And they always do.
But we’d rather die than see our brothers die.
Cuz that’s just how the Corps rollz!


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Just Chillin’ Wit Mah Gnomiez



I enjoy
Long walks on the Train Trax
Fine cigars
And my whisky on the Rocks,
But I’d rather have it with some Boylan cola
Est. 1891

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There was a musician
on his way to find his One True Love
He sat in front of his piano
while his Love sat in front of her typewriter
And they thought of things to write eachother
But things just seemed incomplete
as they sat wastin’ time
Man, this wait sucks……..


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I Met Mozart


I met Mozart once
We talked about the thoughts that haunt us
and the transcendence of Time
We danced to folk metal and rock n roll
I played bass, and he played guitar
We sang the Blues away, and made love…
Maybe the next time I meet Mozart,
I’ll give him a plate with cheese on it.
And tell him that Time has faded away.


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Dear Randal Hooke,

Hey everyone, let me excuse myself for my long absence. I have been on a journey which has taken me through the Valley of Demons and the Place where everyone wants to be. My writing projects are moving on into screenplays which will be submitted through the proper channels and be put into production in who knows what amount of time? Soon, or almost there, or something like that. In the mean time, I will be posting my poetry as my essays stand by for some intense editing with more content. Where have I been? In the Garden of Eden.

Who Am I?

I am a Gypsy, a waif with an L
Moses and Jesus were the same dude,
and Eve and Andrew Jackson have more in common than you’d think.
Ponce found the Fountain, but it wasn’t in a place
and Sophocles went on to write Comedy.
Bonni is my daughter, and Harvey is my son.
My love exists in the deep Valley of the Desert
A man who has always been on my mind.

Codee was a dear friend of mine, and so is his best fRiend.
White is the snow which Shawn skated down.
Shawn, Shain?
Shain, the Crass of my heart, a lover of Red Baron,
a knotty lucky Charm of mine.

The Red Ranger taught me martial arts, my first crush,
He met The Dude in Kuwait, and took some pictures.
Knoxville is the punk rock King, but you already knew that, Baby Doll.
Maybe Rollins and O’Shea will go there
and mix some tapes with Bay Green.

Green is the color of the grass which love grows.
Shawn was the Teach, gave me some relief
He and Alvie ran that joint up the to the Chandelier
with Mama Bear, my first Sergeant, and the Evil Gnome by their side
But the Evil Gnome was not evil, we just could not be contained.
We was punx rawk.

I saved my Koala bear from the red and black snake
Wrote him some letters in recovery; we’re “old souls,”
Specs of dust, so to speak.
I jumped with my Best Friend down the cliff,
but before we hit the bottom, I clung onto he and the Banyan Tree
He was the Man with Soot on his Face
From a life we built together, and continue to build today.

We’re about Freedom, always have been,
Always will be.
Freedom from demons, or trolls, or what-have-you
Freedom from the Greedhead which binds us to his $
Freedom from Satan, a female uglay as a Troll.
Freedom to love the elves, dwarves, and gnomes:
All of the lovely little creatures which fill this Earth with Joy

Not all creatures are the same, some are young and dumb
But owls are old and Wise.
I saw the Leprechaun,
I know the rainforests
I know the Toadl
I’m the muthaphukkin Gnome, bitch.
And all the Trolls can go back under the bridge where they belong.


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