Cookie Ninja Attack

Stealing creepily, 

creeping stealthily, 

the burgling baker swoops

upon her unsuspecting prey.  

In dead of night she comes,

after feverish obsession with the sweets, 

attacking with a basket full of treats.  

It’s the cookie ninja! How can we resist  

When she brings Russian Tea Cakes, Chocolate Chip,

and Shortbread in her evil fist? 

Rock candy, too, in colors blue and pink…. 

Then sugar cookies

muffins,

oh,

too many now, I think!  

The basket overflowing, upon the table bright 

She leaves, and sweetly melts into the night. 

Her victims, unsuspecting, will arise at dawn, 

And bless, and curse, the sweetness,

and the pounds they will put on. 

philosophickal fragments

A fragment from the paper archives. Not going to back-date this one, though it probably belongs in the period prior to 2001.

(The poet discourses with the reductionist…)

you ask is there meaning in my roundup of these words
that is to say is the tapping of my fingerkeys of eternal value or does it reveal in its own way truth
or is it perhaps the remnant of excessive youth?

Okay mr wiseguy, that’s what you think
that there is no truth extractable from a long cool drink
because you think all truth is scientific
and cannot conceive the extent of the horrific
reaction such a narrow reductionist view
can have on my personal opinion of you.

Strange ramble, in a buggy sort of way

Really, said the spider, I wish to web you
not for your death but for my life.
It matters not to me that you will never
fly. Nor may you blame my poison for
your struggle; it is only what I am
and what I do. Your billions of offspring would choke
the world, did I and those like me not need
to spin for food. Am I an evil? For you,
yes, I am; were I capable of sorrow,
I would apologize. But every eater
is evil to its food, unless the food
somehow enjoys being eaten. Well.

How nice for you, the fly replied.
You had a meal, and so I died.
Was this the end for which i came
into this world? For shame!
So free was I to flit about
for one brief moment; then, snuffed out.

So might the dinner-talk have gone
for hours more, if not for one
who interrupted on that date;
whose job was to exterminate.

feeling only a bit strangely today
(not that I seldom feel this way)

Another Story

Once upon a time a certain ogre decided he wanted something new for dinner. Now his usual fare was your basic beef, mutton, venison or bear with snacks of chipmunk and squirrel; but he started to wonder about the rare delicacy he had once heard a great-uncle rhapsodize about, namely “human”.

Once there wuz a itty bitty babe

Once there wuz a itty bitty babe
a itty bitty babe wuz he
and when they found that itty bitty babe
on the ground that itty bitty babe
frozen cold were she

warped in a blankie so pink and grey
wif folds of retched bloo
can we keep it momma? Kin it stay?
Well I gues itz up to yoo.

The frozin hands were tiny curld
a bitty grip on big old wurld
hang on tite the ride is short
and nasty, brutish is the sport
when whut gitz kickt iz you.

3/28/97

On The Occasion Of A Computer Program Beating Two Grandmasters At Chess

On The Occasion Of A Computer Program Beating Two Grandmasters At Chess

We are lower life-forms.
We’re second rate!
It’s evolution baby
As of this date

Verse on Verse

To write blank verse is really just a breeze,
And rhyming couplets, simple as you please.
Five iambs in succession form a line,
And Shakespeare’s have no different form than mine.
But now and then for variety’s sake I’ll add
An extra syllable; and I’d be glad
Inversion to inflict upon the reader:
That is, to make a following word the leader.