…and after
the full moon
perhaps comes
a fool moon
followed
by a half moon…
once and only once…
upon a quarter moon
maybe you will feel
the blue mooned
marooned
ballooned…somewhat
come what
cycled festooned?
…always after
the new moon…
who is that
Mann in my
MOON?
updated in time to
February 12th, 2012…

Old Dog…
   you are the epitome
of the bit dog that
   howled out loud!!!
   you are the sympathy
that sings as a symphony
inside of my head, if not
guilty, why yelp so loudly?
   DAWG, it was always
you…QUILTY nor NOT…
go do the simple math and
figure me out…arf…………………..

i hope that you will live
happily ever after without
me…adios amigo
parle vous france
it wouldn’t have worked
even in proper ENGLISH!
capish?

This is my personal Thoughts
 on Wednesday, the Ninth of March
 Two Thousand and Eleven…
I left you a mere COLD HEART
 message about INSURANCE
and TAXES…How SAD is TRUTH?

…I will love you unconditionally
forever, no matter what you throw
at me… straight balls or curves
…I will love you unconditionally
forever… you will matter to me
forever… will I ever matter?
to you or your questions , posed
and postured for the pass with a
manic, inosinic toss that threw
right through me for evermore
anymore?   I love you no matter
the toss…BASEBALL SEASON
 

parle vous france
…I did apologize
to you…but you
couldn’t HEAR,
because you were
yelling …so louldy
…OUTLOUD!!!
that it HURT MY
apologic ears…
so therefore I
can’t be here…
DEAR in front of
your headlights
anyMorE…
parle vous france

no wonder your knees throb
MANN and your blue BMW is
so conspicuous to all that drive
the road past that whore house
and Jack Rabbits get killed on
Union Road and beyond before
they kneel before the likes of me.
do the math and play the game…

SOUTH CAROLINA QUIZ
…do you really remember
why do you stalk me now
…why do you even care
about me? Why does my
birthday even matter to you
or anyone else but me?
are you the exception to my
RULE?  answer yes nor no.

so…
i asked you for help
 and you told me that
your car would not
start…but yet it made
it to Jack Rabbits to
be parked… for days
upon end…shame on
you and the panthers
tickets that went to
waste…no haste there
…i get the picture that
you have painted, even
though you are not an
artist…nor are you the
master, mister of me…
go do the math mann
again and maybe, just
maybe, figure me out!!!

… mark
my words..
(i am a good whiscopain
send me to
another realm
in fact….
overwhelm me
with your nothing
us…watch and see
it all…disappear
into a role that you
never auditioned
for…but it is a role
that has rolled years
of my life…
over and over again...
I am under your spell
and you know that
I was once the QUEEN
even with misspelt…