And now for something – for those new to Yasmin Khan (Yaskhan) completely different…and not! Whooppee!!!


  • Their hearts seem motionless
  • Blood gnaws at the veins
  • A wanton greed
  • Emotions like a hysterical fix
  • Pumping a syringe into the larynx
  • Shouting hoarse
  • A madness for money and power
  • Dying and , buried without.
  • Chartering people through promises
  • Like old diseases revisited
  • Unused antidote for poison stored in weed rolls
  • Like IVs looking for veins
  • A wounded society but never knowing it’s wound
  • A circus of lions, tigers performing
  • To an audience of wolves .
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    Singing the blues

    On second read: (which not impels to go grab the Zoolon which inspired this), I must take minor issue with the last line…or at least hope ’twas more the poet’s artifice than the simple statement of fact: ‘it’s only poetry which gives me delight’ has to be a recapitulation of George’s basic theme. You who sew delights like daffodil petals windblown with your thrown lip-to-fingertip kiss give delights so true such a statement must be artifice entire. Like you wrote: “The lights never go out…


    Inspired by Zoolon’s ‘ A Blue, Blue Sky’ .http://zoolonhub.com/2019/02/24/a-blue-blue-sky/

    Thank you , George, The Lord Of Music and fabulous lyrics.

  • Broken -hearted people
  • Shelter tears in their eyes
  • Living in this world
  • With smiling faces to disguise
  • Pain is like flying with a broken wing
  • Swaying like a leaf in the wind
  • Life can just blow your mind
  • Feeling brain dead, smiles no more shined
  • Words don’t come easy
  • Bottled up, they burst like crazy
  • A wrong word here, a wrong word there
  • Yesterday, today, tomorrow, I despair
  • I need a place to hide, far away
  • Where I don’t feel the need to talk or say
  • Finding my sad song, I’ll sing the blues
  • Finish my crying, I cut my heartstrings loose
  • No matter what, the sun still shines
  • The moon comes out, the stars enshrine
  • The lights never go out, come day or night
  • It’s only poetry that…

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    “Twin Whats?”

    (March 23, 2019)

    innuend*o sale

    by beer-n-taco upscales

    still, no dancing poles

    “(Clever but still beyond the pale Twin Peaks radio spot doubles “brews, tacoos(misspelling intentional) and scenic views in a wink-wink, nudge-nudge just-us-guys havin’ fun under-the-radar that began when Hooters began pointing America’s adolescent forty-year-olds to beers and barfood delivered by deep declivity damsels. When Hooters began here in Central Florida, I was committing Sports Editory and d had to go to Lakeland to take pictures and write copy on the state high school boys’ basketball championships…therein I witnessed a kid from a small school division toss in a swisher-basket from just two steps past the other team’s endline…90 feet at least. But I wasn’t writing that game. Later I covered my game and took photos and went back to that team’s hotel. The coach was just leaving: “Going to Hooters. You comin/”” he asked. Hell, what’s a hooters? I didn’t ask. Talked to the kids who would play in the title game two nights next…I guess the trip was a booster-club paid reward. I went back to my place in Titusville: filed my copy, had my film set up to soup and print and found beer in the breakroom fridge and found a comfortable place to crash. Years later I saw a Hooters tee shirt…with the owl logo featuring two pinpoints where no owl I know wears breasts. Now, I get it. Hooters. Haw-haw! How clever. I have enough trouble telling my bartender or waitress: “Honey, you’re making it hard for me to maintain eye-contact as I scan both menus, hers and theirs. I am a confirmed no-prude, but the blatant “Twin Views” almost a takeoff on Twin Peaks motif makes me wonder what passes for clever these days. Okay: end of sermon. There will be no collection. Go back to slobbering.)