“Flock Of Feral Turkeys”

(October 11, 2019)

feral turkey flock

wanders on staten island

causing much concern

can you say wild turkey time

around a thanksgiving feast*

*(Happened last year, but I just found out. Hope the gobblers are still about. Too many turkeys of the wingless type already infest New York. Time to roast? The Wild Turkey pun intended. Glug, glug.)

On Noon No ~ The ‘Well… what does it all mean?’ collaboration

Gotta quit stopping on this streetcorner: got my own fertilizer to spread. Thanks Teti-Tony. (Now I gotta go unwind my anti-(explitive! How could I forget Luddite?)Luddite mass detector and find out what “Telegram” means…”InShare” I suspect will have to await All Hallows Eve’s day-after. You guys are ruining my planned lethargy!

unbolt me

Dammit, I’m mad!

And there are really many reasons to be mad about Tony…

…the first one is Crumble Cult.
…the second one is ONCE MORE, WITH FOREBODING.

The third… The fourth… The hell with it! I don’t need so many! There is only a single reasonfor me… It’s Tony Single!

Thank you, Tony…


Our end began with weaponised words,
bashing the chest like a thousand rolling-pins
on sourdough heart and bone.

Of course, you had a dim foreboding.
Crunch of parchment. Red saffron underfoot.
A marble chopping stone.

I plated myself up for disappointment.
A corrugated brow. Cold hearth and home.
You meant for me to die alone!

You always were flippant and presumptuous.
You estimated our life by eye
and borrowed a swollen loan.

Arugula words were all I tasted from you.
You were east of the sun then west of the moon.

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100 WORD SKITTLE // Purrrfect Evolution

Obviously, you two, the cats’ pajamas got mixed up in the dog-wash: our feline friends found out by watching poochie play second fiddle (or is that banana?) they could take over the human world. Cats anted in on this scam: why should they wait for another ice age to get into the act? Loved your Skittle: btw, whatinhole is a skittle? Kind of like Supreme Court porno? Know it when you see it. Must I now go back and count the words? Awww, how-bout and nice tail-pull and backrub: promise not to jerk that fat fingertip and I will not “fang” it – the toothy touch is just how my Siamese taught me the meaning of love without a head-bump…more meaningful, ya-kno, thatway.

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When you compare the cats of today to their predecessors, you realise just how tiny they’ve become. Domestication has taken the sabretooth out of the tiger, so to speak. Well, not quite all of the tooth, but you get my meaning.

On the other hand, cats have become much brainier, more sagacious. They’re so small that they must be quick on the uptake if they hope to continue to live in clover. Well, not quite in clover, but I’m sure you get my meaning.

Anyway, they’re cute when they purr, and only scratch and hiss occasionally. It’s a fair trade-off.

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