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  • Re: Poem for gravedancers

    When Cheney Finally Dies i will dance nakedin the streets,three sheetsto the wind.i will raise the flag,and kiss the feetof perfect strangers.i will sing anthems.praise beto all that is holy.the fugly,motherducklingsheet of pissis dead!© Catnapping
    Posted to Best of the Fray by catnapping on August 26, 2009

  • Lucky Duck

    Two men in a truckafter stealing a duckfor their Sunday potluck,ran into some luck,not so good. (It was f**ked.)This really does sucksaid the men in the truck.In the muck, we are stuck.And we’ve only this duckto pluck. Oh, yuck yuck.F**ked luck, clucked the duck.In the muck, you are stuck.If a deal is soon struck,then your luck, which is ...
    Posted to Poems by catnapping on July 28, 2009

  • The Pipecleaner Man

    This is an wee excerpt from a first draft of a short bit I'm working on...mostly true...some bits fictionalized...mostly to protect the identity of my family and that of the pipecleaner man. This was going to be an anecdote...but it's a funny thing when you start to write about something you remember...the things that were not important…or didn’t ...
    Posted to Best of the Fray by catnapping on June 23, 2009

  • Frog Fever

    The Summer of 66 ended with a tally of 4 plaster casts; 102 stitches; 2 concussions; 4 visits from the Air Police (APs); 3 from the base ambulance. And let’s not forget the 3 deliveries from the Big Blue Salvation Army Truck of old, used furniture and broken parts of appliances. This isn't to count the endless trips to the Base Hospital's ...
    Posted to Best of the Fray by catnapping on May 2, 2009

  • An Umteenth Edit

    I keep paring...and now I've gone from 3rd person to 1st...trying to take the preachiness out. The title is probably, I am not a ghost...: I am not eyes and earsin a box, waitingfor gods to cut the tape.I am a simplicityof odd stones,tumbling.I am a momentwhispering into the mouthsof waiting trees.I am the grassesand I am the deerborrowing ...
    Posted to Poems by oddness on February 2, 2009

  • 12 Fractured Days.

    17 syllables, a la Allen Ginsberg's American Haiku/Sentences...I finally finished a few minutes ago. (I got caught up on the maids in the 8th day, mostly...and then the lords...another problem.) Partridge found an excessive number of pears at the produce table. Not wishing to arrive too soon, the doves did not hurry their turtles. In their ...
    Posted to Best of the Fray by catnapping on December 28, 2008

  • December 26th (comments/advice, please)

    I always sit next to the window.so i can watchgrey trees blurinto lilac. The bus struggles against the sludge,and the man next to me yawns,still bundled in layers of last night. He forgets to close his mouth. Spruces define the crestsof every hill, a place saved,a page marked for next spring. We pass a yard of portable sheds,two windows ...
    Posted to Poems by catnapping on December 20, 2008