The Giantess Wolf

Look at the big tall giantess wolf

Who sits on her giantess chair

Her paws can be found with their claws on the ground 

While the clouds brush her ears and her hair

Giant wolf, giant wolf, can you tell me, my dear

Where you found such a long-legged chair?

Though I'm just a small boy, I as well would enjoy

Bridging earth with the clouds in the air.

Angels

We go running around with our angel wings on

And our wee naked butts in the air

“We are angels!” we yell, and we hoot and we hop

And the well-dressed aristocrats stare

And they whisper: “What hooligans!

Surely they know that an angel is modest and mild.

Real angels wear dresses and carry a harp

And their hair is well-combed and well-styled.”

“Poo that!” we reply, as we climb up the church

And throw melons and eggs from the top

“Gifts from heaven!” we cry, as we watch the goop land

On the fancy folks’ heads—squish squelch slop.

Surely I'm in Paradise

Surely I'm in paradise

Surely I am here 

For chimes and birdsong enter

In the seashell of each ear

For goats are grazing near at hand

And chickens peck through dirt

A snake a-wiggles, bugs a-crawl

The mountain stands inert

And all around, there's only green

Banana trees and plants

There's green until the moon devours 

My paper, pen and pants

Until I'm nude and empty

In the bugs-a-chirping night

Declaring, "I'm in paradise!"

'Til all fades out of sight.

Crazy in Love

We held hands and got ice cream, took turns taking licks

We held hands and watched buskers perform magic tricks

We held hands and we window-shopped painted guitars

We held hands and we lay on our backs counting stars

We held hands and each chewed off the other one’s thumb

That was dumb.

The Royal Steak

A princess stands still on a bed of pale lettuce

In her hands, she holds a dark, raw steak.

The steak drips red and stains the pale lettuce

And the hands of the princess start to shake.

She tries to keep hold of the steak, but it’s slipping

‘Cause her hands spasm wildly in the air

The dark, raw steak drops splat on the lettuce

And the princess in her trance can only stare.

“You have dropped the royal steak!” chides the King

“You’re a moron! Fifty lashes with a whip shall be your prize!”

With a thwack thwack thwack, the Lasher whips her back

And her buttocks and the flesh-twins of her thighs.

The princess stands still on the bed of pale lettuce

‘Til her blood runs down her backside to her feet

Then the King scoops up the bed of pale lettuce

And says to the princess: “Eat.”

The princess eats the blood-imbued lettuce

With her hands, which still haven’t ceased to shake.

“There, there,” says the Queen. “I know it’s not pleasant.

But it’s only fair. You dropped the royal steak.”

The Beautiful Wolves

The beautiful wolves

In their tuxes and gowns

Have secret soirees

On the outskirts of town

Walking on their hind legs

With their snouts in the air

The females look classy

The men, debonair

They enter a building

The outside is plain

But the inside boasts gold chandeliers

And champagne

They sip drinks and they schmooze

Whisper gossip, make quips

Invent scandals, spread rumors

And lie between sips

They are there to be viewed

And each wolf is a viewer

A waiter serves fresh, bloody meat

On a skewer

A magician breathes fire

And is met with applause

Dainty flutters of praise

From their manicured paws

Then Arabian she-wolves

Perform for the crowd

Tinkling coins on their skirts

And their snouts in silk shrouds

And the beautiful wolves

Say, “How fetching!” “Divine!”

As their pour down their gullets

Their glassfuls of wine

And by four in the morning

Their eyes are all glazed

Their cacophonous chatter

Occurs in a haze

When it’s time to depart

They say, “It’s been a treat.”

And wrapped up in their furs,

They hail cabs from the street.

Oh, you fine, sumptuous wolves

Have you had a nice night?

Then return to your dens, you drunk fools

And sleep tight.

Toy Boat

Toy boat toy boat 
What keeps the boat afloat afloat?
Perhaps it is the water beneath
Which holds the boat in watery teeth
Perhaps it is the air above
Which grips the boat with an oxygen glove
Perhaps it's held by invisible string
Puppeteered by a bird with a silver wing
When the teeth unlatch and the air lets go
And the bird disappears, then I think I know
Yes I think I know and I know I think
That when that occurs, that the boat will sink.