Collective Nouns

the clowder of cats
ate the piteousness of doves
the kindle of kittens
had a part of jays
and the business of ferrets
defeated the richness of martins

Tattooed Tuesday

Food for Thought

I cook because I like to make people happy. Cooking is the best way I know to do that.

~Brad Sorenson on Chopped

 

Sunday’s Celebration

Love Spell

the hawk the dove
red rose and white
light a candle and
spell tonight

walnuts chocolate
crisp clear gin
light a candle
for what some call sin

full the moon
and trine the sun
light the candle
to make us one

Simultaneously

I am Shiva and the supplier of building goods.
I am absolution and the near occasion of sin.
I am hope and despair.
I am joy and sorrow.
I am me.

Ex Amnio

we lay aside our bulla many years ago
next to the pile with the toys
we are not together
nor are we apart
but we are connected brothers
each keeping his own hearth

For the Day of Ashes

25¢ Salvation comes at too high a cost
at bargin basement prices immortal souls are lost
$17 redheads create such willful play
and angels speak in hellish tongues
leading daemons far astray
jacks are often knighted due to knavish pricks
then teach pups and pony bois new exotic tricks
if i preach to the perverted i’m sure i shall be heard
for only they can understand my nimbly spoken word

Laissez les Bon Temps Rouler

my daemons and my angels
danced long into the night
the angels brought on darkness
to the daemons omnipresent light
the angels thought it funny
to atone for all their sins
by doing their fouette
upon the heads of pins
then beside the octagon
the daemons tended bar
they served me clean martinis
and fine cuban cigars
jack may be nimble
but never is he quick
one more gin martini though
and jack will be quite sick
when enough i’d had my fill
decided to call it quits
my angels and my daemons
threw a hellish fit
it’s all in moderation
my angels said to me
all play and no work
makes jack fun company
my daemons said they understood
and carried me to bed
they lay me down on silken sheets
gave a powder for my head
and then they took the angels
out for some more fun
like some urbane vampire
jack will sleep with rising sun

Monday Morning

Derby City Chop Shop

Sometimes a guy just needs a hair cut and a beard trim to make it through life, and today is one of those days, so I’m up and headed to the Highlands of Louisville to my preferred purveyor of tonsorial treatments to have my locks shorn. Tomorrow’s Mardi Gras, and I need to look my best.