The barrel of monkeys

He chewed his shoes right off his feet
Ping pong balls as playmates
He's always falling down
She's got someone to blame for her misery now
Money

Sales Rep

Rewriting the revisions I realized repitition reaps random results

But I don't care, it doesn't matter, I don't give a crap
Forget about it, so what, whatever, never mind
So what, buck it, leave me be, bug off, go away
No problem, no problem, no problem...

Why do you intend to repeat yourself to me indefinitely?
Do you think all my brain shelves are occupied or just empty?
When you push it all at the same time, over and over again
Don't my eyes show you I'm just patiently waiting for the end?

Shouldn't you apologize for your crime of lies?
If I wanted what you're rambling about I would have asked.
The problem is with your methods, your means to your end
As long as you get what you want you'll never need a friend. --- salesman

Poked a hole in the void
Made some matter that didn't

Forced a place in closed space
Made feeling empty a feeling

Spoke some sound into silence
Made no noise become noisy

Sang short songs to the Origin
Repeated verses which never reached the End

Most
Wouldn't think you were, but you were
Couldn't think you could, but you did
Saw I knew you and loved you

Wait for me, because I will meet you
Where you are
And will kiss you and listen to you sing
Telling me of the new way life is there

In memorial ~ Shaggy Edwards, cat 2001-2004

I saw your name in a fictional dictionary

I saw your name in a fictional dictionary
There was a short explanation with an asterisk
Referring to someone else

Who seemed quite nice
But required words
No longer included in the lexicon

I saw your picture in a virtual church
Torn and stained with no frame
No signature

Who were you are?

Funk King

In a world of diversions and too many choices,
Complaining gets lost in the barnyard of voices,
Pigs there a swealing, chickens a’clucking,
All pleading with horny intentions of

Funk King ruling the world of the dance,
Barnyard intentions waving round in his pants,
I’ve lost my desire to twirl and to twitch,
Because of that brainless son of

A bit ya can see but can’t seem to ignore,
With brainless backbeats his music’s a bore,
Without a melody, devoid of class,
The Funk King looper is a pain in the

Asking me why I show no remorse,
Condemning a person’s musical choice –
Having no tune, just a barnyard of words,
It all just smells like musical turds

Malware

Ugly, ugly, S U B…
You causin disputes with them shorties and tee.
Your personal appearance
Is offensive to me
Startin war without guns - leave me be.

Take you away,
You foulin my view
You make to forget
What I wanted to do.

Buy you a ticket,
But don’t ride in class.
Stay with the baggage
And hide you fat

Ask me again
Why I look you so bad?
Might just be
That spaghetti you had.
Or the baggies that hover
Down at your knees
Front on or back up
You give me disease.

Eye mine too precious
To take you all in.
You breakin the barrier of
Ugly as sin.
It not what you born with -
That I don’t care.
It’s your put on put on
Let’s call it Malware.

Vitimin Fortified Liver Slivers

Vitimin Fortified Liver Slivers in your sandwich
Made you see the saw perfectly round when
You knew it flat to be straight.
But you told them it was round anyway
Spoiling your lukewarm chances at a
Square life while wired to the machine.

Make more of what it all is because it now isn’t much
Compared to what you can enhance it with using
Special Vitamin Fortified Liver Slivers
Snug between the salami when toasted warm
Spoiling your appetite for the common colors
When not wired to the machine.

Testing the taste of the wind tickles the tongue
Setting the edge of plain to the fancy of whim
Never letting out the pollen fallen from the bag
Collecting consciousness in coiffured cups
Accumulating combs of natty ratty fallout
Fixable with Special Vitamin Fortified Liver Slivers
Churned out by the machine.

Who put the Head on the Plastic Beer Bottle?
©Edwards

He sits and stares and really really wonders
Who put the head on the plastic beer bottle?
He waits and whistles while the underground thunders
Who put the head on the plastic beer bottle?

Was it talking? I don’t know?
It said something about an hour ago.
Something different, something true,
Something I should say to you.

He looks and stares and cares about tomorrow
As he waits by the head on the plastic beer bottle.
He cannot fathom death or life or sorrow
He just gapes at the head on the plastic beer bottle.

I once heard it speak to me,
And as you can plainly see,
It caused me to live differently,
So I ask you so implicitly:

Who put the head on the plastic beer bottle?

Who put plastic on the head beer bottle?

Who put the beer on the plastic head bottle?

Who put the head on the plastic beer bottle?
I dunno.

In the Woods

Sanctuary, hideaway
Perfect, picturesque
Unencumbered secrecy
Warm breeze, silk caress

A quiet room
Exposed outside
Yet our private land
All alone with birds and trees
We walk hand in hand

Songs of life
Floral fragrance
A stroll along a mountain
Green clothes enclose the vista
Exposed from top to bottom

A time to learn
A time to dream
Precious memories together
Releasing all
A time to think
Moments to cherish forever

Old Lady Airport Search

Ma'am, you will be required to step aside, remove your shoes and spread your arms.
"Why?"
It's a matter of national security, ma'am, we are not allowed to comment.
"I'm 72 years old, the widow of a secret service agent, and it's a matter of national security?"
Yes Ma'am.
"Secure this..."
[Her outstretched arms slowly describe small circles, fingertips pointing outward, oscillations increasing in speed. She forms her mouth as to say "oh" but a low note appears which wavers in time with the oscillations. The tone slowly rises as she raises her heels to stand on tiptoe. A short rise in pitch from the tone occurs as her toes lift quickly to the horizontal, elevating her about 3 inches from the floor.]
Ma'am, you'll have to stop that... Ma'am... Jose, grab her arms.
[As the agent grabs her other arm, her heels rise quickly to the level of her shoulders... she is now horizontally levitating about 5 feet from the floor.]
Ma'am!... Ma'am!... Security, this is Johnson. Report to Gate 12A! Repeat - report to Gate 12A!
[Her tone suddenly rises to a high "wooooo" then an "ooop". She swoops up while the guards lose their grip, mouths agape, eyes following her as she rises above the metal detector's roofs and down the terminal. She exits at an empty boarding door, down the short carpeted corridor, out the open end above the tarmac. A quick over the shoulder glance and then she swiftly rises almost to the vertical, speeding out of sight without a sound.]

I was interested in thinking until thinking didn't interest me anymore.
It seems normal to want to do nothing.
Locked up mind, lost the key.
Don't have the motivation to look.

Fall in...

All alone the drive was long
Every evening, pastels of twilight slowly glow
Awaking dreaming, spots of stars begin to show

All alone the drive was long
He was singing with the sound
While finishing his favorite song
He pulled slowly into town

The seminar would start at five
According to the invitation
Before checking in he would drive
And try to find the right location

In the darkened square at night
Offices and shops were closed
But beyond there was a light
Glowing treetops were exposed

Blue then green the aura changed
The driver’s eyes were opened wide
A farmer’s field seemed rearranged
He pulled up slowly along its side

“Quick now, men, ease it down
There’s a car quite near the field
Someone might just hear the sound
My hope is we won’t be revealed.

Put her down beyond the shed
They might see our engine’s shield
A few more minutes here, instead
All evidence must be concealed.”

Forcing the phone between his knees
The governor’s aide let out a sigh
Fifteen calls in thirteen days
Regarding something in the sky

At a peaceful, placid lake
Ducks were bobbing, half awake
Exploding suddenly to sky
Squawking, screeching, flying high

Believers in their cozy rooms
Never thinking thoughts not given
Without a thought, never assume
From sofas, movies and easy living

Florescent midnight basement light
Assembly rooms, white coats and tools
Circuit boards and miles of wires
Naïve, unsuspecting fools

“That ignoramus Einstein fool
A century of unquestioned laws
Science built on information
Gathered from equipment flaws

And here we wait within this field
If discovered, you know the plans
By your oath you are duty bound
Our craft not pass to other’s hands.”

The businessman was filled with awe
Weaving among the stiff corn stalks
Recalling the strange light he saw
The aura gone, but still he walks

“Call the base, he’s getting close
Tell them that we might be seen
We’re ready for the Exit Process
Self destruction with auto-clean.”

Screaming tires down Highway nine
A large truck pulls into a lane
Lights ablaze, siren wailing
Farmer Jones says, “How insane!”

“Out, sir, now!” the bullhorn blares
“Environmental Problem Team!”
The businessman jumps out and stares
Uniformed staff swarm the scene

“Leave the work to our patrol,
Mr. Jones, go back to sleep
The situation is in control
We’re gathering data we must keep.”

The hotel bed comforts his thoughts
Of living now among the norm
The water parts, the crew returns
Recalling fearful oaths they’ve sworn

Every dawn, twinkles of mist amongst the dew
Awake the dreaming, a lovely scene observed by few

A question of the origin of banana, that is, the word banana. That would be the etymology of banana, right?

Just wondering if that person had their mouth stuffed with them and someone asked "What are you eating?"