My Cuppola...

....dedicated to Ms.
Orion, My Astrologer…

*Easy to turn a light switch on and off...
Easy to deduce what happens
Ehen you jump
Off a building...
Ee need
MORE!*

*Like the explorers of old,
We need to find the source of the Nile!
(Before the ****ing thing
Dries up!)*

The source of denial?
Or the source code, the divine spark?
O look~ A lark!
The source code, or the next course
After appetizer? Last night, a starry
Constellation, my Calder Mobile overhead ~
You realize ~ spun around, a vision
Knew to me, a charmed view pointed forward
My next path to me. O know! You’re drafted ~
So you now, here, hear? You're drafted,
Drawn inside my tale, your perspective
Point, I so desperately need. So please
Rejoin my recast narrative, dovetail
Your feathers with mine, your presence,
Your adored, deeply treasured divine essence
Mends my broken ways, my unspoken
Heart now says: You! Yes, you make my art
Cohere. You, my missing part,
My lost Leggo block, my missing keystone,
Come back! Rejoin my severed path,
My broken heart, my underrated lost art
Cannot be without you, my essential
Building block, my amino acid,
Etching glass, describes my untold story
For your point of view. For your perspective
Now I write. For your hearing ears,
I now aspire ~ But O know!
Inside my tale, inside my soul's
Architecture you must grace ~ so hark! Low!
Know Thee, I do! Your VIP invitation, now,
Please open ~ undone me, my art, unfold me,
Enfold me, your arms, all! Your hearts,
My lost art, our entangled minds ~
More later, but now, my tale rhymes
My tale must continue. My libretto, many lines,
My opera so deftly under-rated,
Now wings, now sings ~
Until we pause, look around, smell the fragrant cuisine.
A dinner party (Appetizer), guests explain!
Should the answer come in style,
Or will choral voices, sung accompanied by harp ~
Si-chords, a toe-tapping tune, zaps Morse code,
A spriteful melody, easily hummed,
Strummed, so well-known by every forest toad,
Bird, antelope, fish, et al, who's outgrown
Their old nest, now searches for the next, roams
Amidst the forest gloam, hums a well-known
Shared tune ~ transposed, transcribed, redone ~
[But O know! Me, just an errant scribbler,
Don’t you know? Me, yes, have AD[Hi!]D.
Lost child, enfant perdu, too. Just
See: Flight into Idleness, my Columbia
MFA thesis, yes, true, now much
The better revised, so much better realized.
But O know! I do digress, yes, I realize, so
Back to work, back to sleep, a dream perchance
May speak to me, soothe my tortured soul,
Accompany me, while Web surfing,
My bike spun, my life levitating on hold ~]
Just a new interior decor ~ as one's own
Home. [See Architectural Digest,
But, O yes, I digress! But I do my personal best.]
My garden, now yours, please come, join
Me! My soul, mended under your gardening care,
Now flowers. Water, fertilizer,
You added. Now my flowering seeds,
My earlier effort, my soul's planting,
My season's equinox brought, now focused
My view. A Divine Perspective!
My Celestial Telescope ~ You!
We see one another, my Calder Mobile
Spins above, my companions, mes amis, my buds!
All my loves, now with me, sprout fresh tendrils,
Foliate green shoots, a fern's in volute tracery,
Bears forth flowering life! O Fern!
O Vcr! O Agent! O Ant! O Mum. O, too long,
My list to recite at once, so piecemeal,
I must orchestrate my dinner party, a course
Of many appetizers, just deserts, too,
A never-ending fare. Or yes, too, A Festival Faire
For the fairies, with affordable fare, too!
But know! Your invitation, yes, sent ~
With heartfelt joy, ravenous hunger, each toad scouts,
Cruises the forest for an unknown toad (a mate!),
A road, or just a new touch stone
To bear one's overload, enfold a bounty, or a beauty ~
Each to harvest surplus, or strengthen fragile
Architecture, rebuild a wounded nest, or,
As the suitcase sometimes may be, bear
Another life. The path ~ Stone steps,
Or grassy meadow, for to each, enfolded both, a landscape
Makes. Two hearts as one, many, the more.
Allo?
Hey! Morning Mum! Love you, too.
Visit sheep, you say?
Let's do! We'll visit Morning Wood today.
Hm? O, yes, m'am. I know!
My rhyme's good; my meter's off, but to better,
For you, I please, yes, I will work harder.
All's yours,
All these years ~
Lettersnow. PS. Itchy, my ears.

******************
“The boxes look identical ~
Maybe it's the same company??�

“Indeed, the pharmaceutical company,
Ciba-Geigy, based in Basel, Switzerland,
Now called Novartis.�
~ JH

Are you certain,
Are you sure?
This curtain, now
I part, to peek, but for a second
Only, to glance askance ~
Just a chance, or coincidence?
My view, yes, please enhance.
Thee, what art, whose game?
What's your middle name?
Your wisdom,
Whose? Your pen?
Please show your hand,
No nom de plume,
Though, yes, a feathered nest
Or quill will do.
What land,
This rat race, how to win?
Who, you?

*
[insert add parts today]

“Speed Kills...It kills those that don't have it!�
~ US Olympic Track Coach
Brooks Johnson

....now that you mention,
Tres short! Theresa ~
Here for the Embalming Convention?
Or have your fallen shy,
Unwilling to say, Hey!
Done lately any Illustration de
Tactile? Spied any reptiles? Or just saying, “Bow
Wow?� How now,
To Braille The Enchanted Touch Stone
Way? Here’s an idea! Phone
Me, we shall discuss ~
Me, yes, you can always trust.
But beware! These dogs ferociously lust
After a grrrl home alone,
Like me, no bone
To hump. Just a lump
Of coal, my uncut diamond
Yet to realize ~
To encircle, circum-
Navigate. Me, yes, still lingering over The River’s
Gate. Now, Theresa, don't be late!
Sir Cumference lives nearby, he cums for
Thee and me, as
Well, everyday, Afternoon High Tea, @
3.14 pm.
Bye!
4now...

Who's Tasse,
Who's not Demi?

What happened
Then?

“Monkee appointed.�

....appointed what?
Nov. 2000?

I!
“So Virginia, how's the running these days?�
~ tkb

....not too bad,
Fell off the wagon,
Got back on. Spun
5x/last week, ran twice.
Need better,
Do. Need haircut,
Too, but
I am rather...
Disarranged,
Rearranged.
O
Never mind.
You?

“to-know-about
alt.your.post.showed-up.informed.broke-spell�

Broke spell?
Which, how?

“How old were you?
Innocence lost.
Sent adrift.
Why?�
_g

13.
Why adrift?
Ah, I shall ponder.
TK.

“What blasphemy!
It's the answer to life, the universe,
And everything! Douglas Adams, yes,
A demigod in my extended family.�

Who's Tasse,
Who's not Demi?

“Moore or lass.�
_g

Hm.

“Has anyone
Experience with Clonidine?�
~ ME Hill

Clonidine?
Me, Cleis. Nice to meet you...O,
Feeling Logy? Go see Dr.
Peter Kross, best DVM this town's
Side ~ O know, 2! Dr. Kross saw
Leonardo alive, last, my lost
Chilly dog. Perhaps a Golden
Fleece? A Magic Chariot? Or Mr.
James Herriot?

Or ~
Seeking spiritual counsel?

Come on over to Morning Wood,
Where
You’ll find diverse
~ Spirits,
Merchants,
People’s & Places ~

ß Andrew Will
ß Quilceda Creek
ß Blackstone
ß Coppola
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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