[SkaaDee]

bike left chained and stripped on a city sidewalk
none of this animal goes to waste

[SkaaDee]

It's the waiting that sucks the oxygen
from the air. Holding down the patient
while the sore festers. Has it come to this?
With all our modes of communication and righteous
codes we plaster over the Gulf of Mexico
and await the Tsunami.

[Bernard Alain]

skadee, scoring some big points on economy here, like this

[SkaaDee]

thanks


*

the youngster said no to the coach
because the bully wanted to pitch.
he said no the second time too.

the father has no other sons.
the coach has no other bullies
so he put him in.

[SkaaDee]

it's raining now and i left the baseball uniform outside to dry.
it's raining and there is no greater abused condition. storms evolved
because we need them .

the hiss of car tires over rain, the world seems closer
sheltered, a mother wrapping us in her arms
and taking the rest of the universe on, on our behalf

resistance is dry clothes. there are no cops
and robbers and no expectations whatsoever
because we've been taught to follow the sun.

there's no one to take you aside
and explain that baseball
can be rescheduled

[SkaaDee]

the psychology of the plunging neckline
think about it
just think

[SkaaDee]

clutter

she loved the idea of life
and spent her days shopping for it
in case it happened

[SkaaDee]

http://www.guardian....ger-delta-shell

[SkaaDee]

the information stupid highway

[SkaaDee]

the biggest decision you will ever have to make is mat or gloss

[SkaaDee]

instead of phone calls
he wrote poems
in hopes his great great grandson
picks up the line

[SkaaDee]

hand
before my eyes


lifeline
across
well fed palms


gold ring
holding it in

timepiece
pulling it down

[SkaaDee]

"Find a voice and exploit it", the editor calls.
Be that guy who paints people holding umbrellas, you know the guy,
I've got a reprint in my reckroom; be the rock band with painted faces;
say the line that made you a star, then we'll break for our sponsor.

What did He feel, this goD when made Dog?
made bird, and stream? Why are they different yet equal?
The voice of a poem is the unique pattern it purposes to the world.
It tickles the ether because it is new. The universe laughs, cries,
reaches out its arms and asks is this wanted.

I once read, the poet is the master of the invisible.
I think I'm beginning to understand. Those surgeons in the Amazon,
who remove the tumour without breaking the skin. Be careful of poets
you won't realise the wallet is gone until Thursday.

The creator, for the duration of its writing, is in the poem
making note of everything the telescope sees because
it pointed this direction, accidentally, and may never point this way again.
What does the astronomer feel? If he is lost -- well -- he is found.

Between craft and intellect and heart; catching butterflies on Venus.

MaDLy
catching butterflies
on Venus

because the ship leaves in an hour.
People will ask at splash down, where were you

and you will hand them the poem.

[SkaaDee]

with her cell phone
she can always be seen in public
with the right crowd

[mor.]

It looks like Skaa-Dee has been out parading his billboard on those mean streets of poetry without a veil.
"Dine at the Drytear Diner" all day breakfast 'till five p.m.
Topless waitresses and cloned steaks on the hoof, who needs you Argentina, we have our own bully beef.

Mor.

[SkaaDee]

Dry Tear is an echo to me.
I prefer obscurity in an alley over mainstreet.
Less humbling that way.

Has a masterpiece been scribbled on a napkin?