~ Argyle, or Burberry? Or Cranberry?

“Good discretion, smart taste you have, Puppy. Now
About those other parts, your Opera, your
Play ~ what they add up to say, listen
Carefully, be sure ~

I. Maintain your good work.
II. Stay with the light!
III. Anoint poignant “authors,” rather than admit them into The Lunacy.
IV. Enjoin family and friends.
V. Put your Opera, for a bit, on cruise control.
VI. Let’s now go out chasing, get heated up for another trotter, terrorize on
the glance outside with a precision for the good bite, when nothing differently
makes dew.
VII. So, like, know!
VIII. Let’s Go! Pay attention ~ You’ve begun now to instill knowledge true.

IX. But don’t forget! Include yourself.
X. Understand?
~ Mum

“Yes, m’am. I love
You.”
~ Moi

*
“And that’s why the birds sang,
Why she came, Mr.
Robert Frost explained. The sign, the everyday
Omen, too, explained, as I put down the book,
The Norton Anthology, finished the final edition,
While ~ John, that Sigh of Berryman, his
Dreams Songs, said
The rest.”
~ Moi

“What’s done, what’s finished him, O
Don’t you know? The Lunacy.
The Truancy of Rescue.
Meanwhile, keep an eye out for your
Love for the Scotts ~ An argyle dog sweater,
I saw, a West Highland Terrier, too!”
~ Mum

“O that’s Bart ~
A bud for Leonardo!”
~ Moi

“Oui! Bart spoke out. Now,
As for Leon, how’s about a Burberry trench
Coat, perhaps. Or say, a Channel jacket,
With pretty CC shiny buttons ~ What
Do you say?”
~ Mum

“Tres chic, tres expensive, yes,
But O ~
So handsome!”
~ Moi

“So encouraging, so inspiring, surely,
For a dog to succeed. If you approve, mon
Cher, I’ll order from a dogalogue.
As for Chang,
I’ll check the web, I’ll hunt
Down a fancy feline catalogue.”
~ Mum

“O good. Whatever, Mother. Your artistic
Sense, your ability, I trust. Your taste,
Your belief in boosting self-esteem,
I’ve never doubted.”
~ Moi

“And your motherly love
For Leonardo, too, I know so true.
Care for another drink before dinner?”
~ Mum

“Non, not yet.
So faster, your disappearing beer
Than lately mine. Your naked passion for me,
For a hump on the floor, your hankering for darker
[censored] of Moon Dance.”
~ Moi

“Pupp?”
~ Mum

“Yes, m’am?
~ Moi

"Don't forget, the minds ~"
~ Mum

"O mais oui!
Listen up everyone! Ms.
Linda Goldman wrote a great book,
‘Bart Speaks Out: Breaking the Silence
Of Suicide,’ about what
That Westie doggie, Bart, said
When he spoke ~"
~ Moi

“Spot, out, out! Damn ~ Big
Shot got in that chocolate
Bowl again, ate almost all those Hershey
Kisses, silver foil and all ~ Bad doggie,
Shoe, you!”
~ Mum

~ Ringy
Ding-a-ling ~

“O, that’s our visitor. Ms.
Goldman, come on
Down! Join us here en
Morning Wood ~”
~ Mum

“I have written this interactive story
book, ‘Bart Speaks Out,’ for young children.
It is my way of giving a voice to the silence
of the subject of suicide in today's world.
Throughout my research and collection
of children's resources on issues of grief and loss,
suicide is the only subject where I could not find
a child's storybook or workbook.”
~ Ms. Linda Goldman

*

~ zoom streak XC again ~

“I got it, I couldn’t believe
The shipping box contained two pairs of shoes.”
~ DonVon

“I've reported you to Nike for stealing.
Did they charge you double
On the ‘advertising budget,’ too?’
~ Fab

“They retail for less than any Asics flat.”
Cheers,
~ DonVon

What’s that?

.... ~ zoom streak XC again ~

“I got it, I couldn’t believe
The shipping box contained two pairs of shoes.”
~ DonVon

Non~ DonVon, that’s Ms.
Annie Proulx, “The Shipping News,”
From whom now a brief word
We hear ~

“’You ain’t got it dug yet?'
The old man asked. ‘Not too swift,
Are you? Not too smart. Shovel ain’t even sharp,
I bet. How you got a woman a marry you
I don’t know. You must got a shotgun on her.
Must a hypatized her.’”

~ Annie Proulx,
From “The Bunchgrass Edge
Of the World”

“Well I think only four people died of liver complications
due to dutonin, which isn't a lot either
compared to how many were taking it
so it’s a point yes.”
~ sammi

Good point.

“Well this, with that header, you just have to laugh.”
~ sammi

Please explain.

“Eliminate the teen?
Oh, never mind.”
~ sammi

HEY!

The facts are chequered.

“Now it’s your turn to explain?”
~ sammi

Nice jeans, I’ll lick’m!
White knight says, “How about a rein
Cheque, to finish this chess game.
Let’s drop narrative today, go play.”
To which Red King says, “Okay!”

Meanwhile,
Alice, crazy with anxiety and mock concern
Over how her fragments
Would fit together, get along sociably
Together at this afternoon’s Tea Party
Sits back exasperated, uncertain under no stretch
Of the imagination...

....somewhere else,
She was sure. Years of meditation
On the subject of how it fits
And how it lands...

~~ Slipin, slidin
On by ~

“By this time I had gotten the water
Turned off, had two cups of coffee, was running at HIGH energy
Levels, so I came in dumped 3 aspirin down with the last of my 2nd
Coffee and went into a tailsping or as us model rocketeers say, I
Pranged under Power.”
~ Starlord

Once,
The meteor shower just plain s-cks (like last year’s
Perseids..).”
~ John den Haan

&/ *
Twang.
Seen Chang, that sly, shy missing
Hissing knowing
Siamese cat
Who wears Ed De Bono’s
White Evening Top
Hat?

Justice, you top, I
Zen.

Wow. Now I bow.
How’s that
Form?

Bow Wow Horse
Play! Your house,
Or mine? Or just ~ more
Infinite Minds,
Minding their morphic field marching
Orders.
Or perhaps ~
The March
Hare?
_______
Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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