Hold me close to you
Pretend you like me she said
God but I want you!
-
That

Rocket Man
Written by Bernie Taupin
Haikued by Crimson Mind


Packed my bags, pre-flight
Zero-hour, nine A.M.
I'm high as a kite


Miss the earth, my wife
It's lonely out here in space
Such a timeless flight


I think it's gonna
be a long-long time until
touch down bring me back


I'm not the man they
think I am at home, oh no
I'm a Rocket Man


Burning out his fuse
out here all alone, oh no
I'm a Rocket Man


Mars ain't the kind of
place to raise your kids; in fact
it is cold as hell


And there is no one
there to raise them if you did
oh no no no no


And all this science
I don't understand; Just my
job, five days a week


I'm a Rocket man
And I think its gonna be
such a long-long time...


-- inspired by William Shatner's dramatic reading
of Rocket Man at the 1978 Sci-Fi film awards

FOX correspondent
As new Press Secretary?
Prepare for SnowJob.

Random thoughts combine.
Driving is a good time to
think of haiku. Ding!

Those famous first words:
"Watson, come here, I want you!"
Double entendre.

You have to eat it
Not insert it up your arse
Some people are fruits

Replacement haiku
An ode to pesky robots
Makes unicorns fly

A ripe pineapple
For anal stimulation?
Bad Ideas Jeans.

when the clock strikes five
i will go and take a nap
i can feel it now

RECENT-Flooding, volcano
erupt,Pacific earthquake. It is END TIMES!

Death rode the DragonFly
Once and then 'twas over

for all.

Bumble Bee's. Often times
can be very fuzzy. But
then I have seen them
without fuzz. So, are
THOSE really bumble
bee's, or some other
contrived notion of one
trying to confuse me?

Delilah wore a purple
dress. She had a purple
hat to match. She went
to the movies to see a
movie version of her
favorite television
program. Boy was she
ever disappointed.

Franklin's shoes came off.
No longer could he walk
the long walk to the candy
store. His mother came
into the room. Franklin
handed over his money to
her and she went for him.
When she got back she
handed him a jaw-breaker
and a candy necklace.

Davey found a cricket.
The little bug bit him
on the hand. He then squashed the bug under
foot in a twisting motion.
Davey decided bugs
just weren't for him.

Hey-buh, man-buh,
what;s-buh, happenin'-
buh? <---mush mouth
circa 1973

uncomfortable
insecure with who I am
self-deprecating

born in the fifties
and soon i'll be there again
life just goes around

You cannot kid me
You

The wood panelling
Blankets the walls of the den
Like in the sevn'ties

Delight to senses
My morning-scented garden
Lets free my spirit

Soon man will invent
A way to get to the stars
He

It makes so you proud
Mans great ingenuity
To kill with such ease

Old Chinese proverb
Man with hole in his pocket
Feel cocky all day

Cursing the hard rain
Blown all the blossom again
Starting to turn brown

Melancholia
In the time of cholera
Diarrheal eve

Inner monologue
Keeps me sane, but must take care
Not to speak aloud.

The golden colours
An autumn mountain forest,
Chuck Norris' beard

It was jollies, but
all are disgusted with us.
Truth: you bore me now.

It was jollies, but
all are disgusted with us.
Truth: you more me now.

Actually, I'm
taken. Still thought of it.
Thank you anyway.

dying roses
The wilting crimson
flowers rise up
and kill the wind.

Jed was a poor man.
He smoked the canned
tobacco.
He rolled leaves of maple
and ate succulents and
root-barbs.
His visage was clean
and he never shook.
Life's mysteries are often
looks and never what
is buried from time to
time.

We spoke of Genghis Khan
and your friend
over cups of tea
and summer heat
The cool breeze
unwrapped
your cheap, flowery dress
spilling lust on the
streets of New York City
Lips, turgid with unspoken
secrets
caressed tetracycline
teeth
as you smiled
and refused the flowers
I almost bought on
Houston Street

Dead fly flutters in gravy,
swim for your life oh bug!
Quicksand mashed potato.

Growing peony
The budding crimson flowers
Bow low in the wind

The look in her eyes
Brush of her body on mine
My arm around her
*
Moving together
In time to the slow rhythm
A controlled passion
*
On the very edge
Tango is life

The passion that is
To dance tango with Lorna
Is like life

The lovely Lorna
Skin like alabaster
A Goddess Body
*
Dances like a dream
An easy grace among us
Laughter like a song

Spring like a soft song
Silently crept up the trees
Filling eyes with sound

Hands up all those who
Think it was a huge mistake
To invade Iraq?
-
Now hands up all those
Who called me names three years ago?
What? No hands up now.
_

You gutless lot of *****
No one admitting they were wrong
Well I told you so

You were just a foil
Way to get people thinking
You took it to heart
-
Which worked rather well
I hope some of your stupid
Countrymen may? Think?
-
Nice sparring with you
And good luck with the dating
It

Find one suitable
Only when you stop looking
That

The dater's lament:
"All the good ones are taken!"
I beg to differ.

Up to the border,
you are an "us". Just beyond,
and you are a "them".

"Late Spring Snow In May:
Chestnut not Cherry Blossum"
English songs Thrush sings

Hearts will never be
practical until they are
made unbreakable.

Vomit ends migraine.
It's biodegradable:
undigested corn.

I'm a knucklehead.
To bed too late brings migraine.
Horray for these pills!

A life of errands
Two respites, panging longings
for her; for Paris