PureColorArtist
Pure Color Artwork and Poems
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
In The Pacific
billowy black smoke
rising from the turds
of steaming ocean pots
the ocean
with its shimmering lumps
of saltwater pudding
moving to and fro
from horizon
to horizon
the big heavy moving object
the object of our tear
moves aimlessly on course
through this shimmering
lumpy sea
a lumpy sea of moving curds
of jello frothy blue green pie
Smile!
the gulls they know
the fish they see
what rinky dink perils
us crude pirates flee
we three
you and me
and the fathom large bottomless hanky pank zoo
of epitome spitting and pantyless crew
rising from the turds
of steaming ocean pots
the ocean
with its shimmering lumps
of saltwater pudding
moving to and fro
from horizon
to horizon
the big heavy moving object
the object of our tear
moves aimlessly on course
through this shimmering
lumpy sea
a lumpy sea of moving curds
of jello frothy blue green pie
Smile!
the gulls they know
the fish they see
what rinky dink perils
us crude pirates flee
we three
you and me
and the fathom large bottomless hanky pank zoo
of epitome spitting and pantyless crew
One Smelly Eskimo to Another
I’m an Eskimo
who’s allergic to snow
and can’t stand cold weather
and likes avocados
I am an igloo builder
by trade
but igloos are out of season
all year round
my mother prepares blubber
by the ton
I can’t stand the mention of it
I like bananas and hot-dogs
I’m an Eskimo
who has a sore nose
who has blisters on his scalp
and a tummy ache
life is fun isn’t it?
it’s interesting
who’s allergic to snow
and can’t stand cold weather
and likes avocados
I am an igloo builder
by trade
but igloos are out of season
all year round
my mother prepares blubber
by the ton
I can’t stand the mention of it
I like bananas and hot-dogs
I’m an Eskimo
who has a sore nose
who has blisters on his scalp
and a tummy ache
life is fun isn’t it?
it’s interesting
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Incident
the bellboy dropped my suitcase
down the stairs and into the pool
how much be that worth in tip?
twelve fargots and a moldy beanbag
he saddened upon his face
and turned around and laughed out loud
bursting into laughter funny
and I began to cry
diving for my suitcase and the bellboy
from a thirty foot platform
and into the drink
I missed my plane by half an hour
down the stairs and into the pool
how much be that worth in tip?
twelve fargots and a moldy beanbag
he saddened upon his face
and turned around and laughed out loud
bursting into laughter funny
and I began to cry
diving for my suitcase and the bellboy
from a thirty foot platform
and into the drink
I missed my plane by half an hour
Monday, September 26, 2005
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Satisfaction
the old man is satisfied
with what he has
an old bed a carpet and a bowl
the bowl fell off his lap
and shattered on a rock
for the bed and carpet he gave thanks
during the night the old man
lost his carpet by a thief
he gave thanks to have his bed
in the day the man went out
picking berries for his dinner
he thanked the Lord for all he had
but during the day while picking fruit
his bed burned right to the ground
the old man smoked in bed
the old man is unsatisfied
the old man is unsatisfied
clumsy old man
with what he has
an old bed a carpet and a bowl
the bowl fell off his lap
and shattered on a rock
for the bed and carpet he gave thanks
during the night the old man
lost his carpet by a thief
he gave thanks to have his bed
in the day the man went out
picking berries for his dinner
he thanked the Lord for all he had
but during the day while picking fruit
his bed burned right to the ground
the old man smoked in bed
the old man is unsatisfied
the old man is unsatisfied
clumsy old man