Namath Walker == Part One, Chapter One
"Well, children, now you've all gone, and done it," sighed Mrs. Jonathan Brisby, as Auntie Shrew left, in a justifiable tizzy. "Auntie Shrew is our friend." "Auntie Shrew is a ---", began Martin, thirteen years old, and full of pompous anger, and...
Wishes to the Night
After a long night on the night shift, I lie in bed with you, my lover companion, my Mrs. Brisby, and I hold you, with my dry human hands on your furred hips, and I whisper sweet romantic thoughts into your pointed ears. The crickets sing through...
Poco -- A True Story
This all went down sometime when I was going to high school in a northeastern part of Florida. I was seventeen, or eighteen, and had not yet met the influential alcohol, or drugs, part of my life yet. I was lucky. I knew that alcohol, and drugs, were...
In Response
Before I say "I do", there's something you need to do. Grow up. Quit messing around with these drugs, and liquor bottles, and indecision with whether or not to drop drama at work, and get with it, Andy. For all things around, you are sensitive,...
Fruit
"Someone go with him." Chef wanted to go looking for mangos. "I will," said Willard. "C'mon, Chef." The Labrador, and fox, leapt from the boat, and onto moist, humid ground, that matched the stifling air. Giant trees with triumphant green leaves...
Mrs. Brisby
Your ability to face death with love, uncertainty with faith, and your beautiful smile, and warm voice drop my heart every time. I do want to share this bed with you, this ring I want to place on your finger, this life I wish to surrender to...
Sticky, and Funny
Marilyn Manson makes me wants to laugh, because he is so goddamn funny. Yes, he is. Songs like "Rock N' Roll Nigger", "Irresponsible Hate Anthem", and ideas like "Be yourself", and "Fuck the system." That's laughable. I mean, Where were you...
Chocolate Factory/Care A Lot
I was born in the 70s, among odd angled houses, and eyes looking out of windows. "Mellow Yellow", along with "How Much is that Doggy in the Window?", seems connected forever in my life. The first song I remember was a Doors' song, "Riders On The...
The Ego Poem
I have an obsession with myself. Unhealthy? Sure, but who's counting. Not me. What can I put in my body? Why do I feel people I don't even know are staring at me? I have an obsession with myself. I stay in my room, and bed, most of the time. I...
Back 2 Friday!!
The house lay still, and everything was peaceful . . . until Craig Jones woke up. "Damn! I need some cereal." The twenty-five year old black panther walked out of his bedroom in his stinky drawers, dirty tee-shirt, and blue fuzzy slippers, wiped some...
Some Good Deli Vibes!
I like my job a lot. No, I am not what Gray Muzzle does, which is being a trial lawyer. No, I am a sensational deli clerk. I can handle that hard salami like no one can! You want a pound of mozzarella, sliced super thin? Then come see the stupendous...
Furry Friendly Preaching And Poetry
My time is up, my time is up, says the voice in my head sans Fluoxetine, Vistaril, and Topomax. A multitude of nasty weapons, and vicious scenes, whirl through my mind, attempting to intimidate me. A chopped up thing, a steamrolled brother, an angry...