Tuesday, December 28, 2010

A Standard Bureaucrat

by Pat Darnell

I'm a full blooded bureaucrat
Living in an abstract
Married to an acrobat
That is that ...

All is right --
you may think, oh mighty eyes,
read on --

I'm sitting and rolling in the fat
one o' 'dese cats wants to masticate
an' force feed to the alley rats
... I'm not all right wid' that!

Me wife completely cracked
she pushed a heavy shelf and snapped
Tho' she can put her foot behind her back
She can not get past a dog'ass Corpor'at ...

Talkin' shop we learned that
Everything is wrote down in tracts
for insurable interest of Hacks'
... so just they can inscrutably file it away stat.

Now, I'm your standard bureaucrat
sweltering in a basement flat
foisting paper mountains on your back
... further inverting your sacroiliac.

Like me poor wife's sore back
She's sent on home with a rheostat
for keeping data -- ratt-a-tata-tat
So 'dey can write a new tax for that

On the sidewalk you don't spat ...
On the roof you don't wear a hat ...
in Spain ... you don't eat the cat ...
and you don't rat on the lowly bureaucrat ...

Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Gratified to Breathe

by Pat Darnell

Just a human being
exposed to all that is
gratified to breathe
fresh air
and occupy a small space

Skull, muscle, flesh
bread, truffle, and fish
gratified in repast
to eat
and present specified face

Shepherds cull their herd
and find pasture
past rocks and mountains
near springs
and nothing goes to waste




Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Haiti :: Recent Headlines

A new Prince
by Pat Darnell


Who is the new Prince of Haiti;
He claims the rumpled boulders
that were once a city?

Don't jump into the rivers
Keep yourselves clean
Don't panic.

A man with fever arrives
he is carried into the tent
he was living in a tent
in San Marc

In only hours
this Prince charged amongst us
it devoured many and left us grieving

He came at us from miles away
from upstream
from the clay and sand

This new Prince
is bigger than our president
bigger than our 1000 camps

bigger than Jan 12 earthquake
that claimed 300,000 lives.

This Prince ...
is bigger than God.



Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Emancipated

I was not rated
so I cannot be underrated
so of course...
never overrated likewise

When I say
the hole in my chest
is a fatal wound
bleeding from raising children

It should create impact
it is a symptom
possibly of disloyalty, ambiguity
from shelter people in their
profiteering

On my account; no festival please
Hope, no reveling
just surviving
making life one more day

No furnished bisque
no bouquets, no nosegay
only charity schisms
perchance escape criticism

Don't know why
Don't know when
Service became a job
and Public Works became a business

It has something to do
with water to live on
that Living Water promise
made reproachfully

I approach carefully
a common door
once I go through
I am emancipated, or so.


Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Thursday, September 30, 2010

The Comedian

I write poetry
because I'm shallow

Don't quit your day job
they'd tell me

They were right!






Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Maria Bermejo

You did a
D and C
on my heart

pierced it
and scooped it
out of its socket

How do I
introduce you now?
... friend of the family?

Was it
a genetic disorder
that made
me want you,
... at first?

From us
I lost confidence
as you brought
me not one luck

but, your jabs were
difficult. surgical
excelling in pluck


Boxing; you are champ
I never knew at all
such a scamp upstart
softened my glass jaw

Bittersweet, charge and depart,
your victory, my loss
Could you please
return my heart ...

Oh, on second thought
... just keep it!


Nov\2007 | Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Monday, September 27, 2010

Disturbed

... Maybe he was trying to
admit his inability to cope
with hypocrisy he sensed
in his church. He had been
preaching in his church
ten years. The experience
of seldom getting feedback,
at his intellect level, well
made him disturbed, mentally...




Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Genre Of Repair

Three final words of the twelve
might end in sermon with enough
convincing enough of enough
God Preservation Trust

Who then will preserve us?
With His gift of life
hard knocks and all
taught faith
and sincerity

Life gives life
what for Christ...
Man woman child
Country land

What each mind understands
is found in the air
water in stasis
our genre of repair

Agreement in unison
all saints standing there
good life rages on
In the genre of repair.


Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Shin Kickers Ear Pickers

The first time it happened
I remember clear
Very clear sound
like wind
and someone
playing my head bones
as instruments
notes bounced
side to side
top to bottom
making a salad
of my brain
making patterns
in my head

It happened
long before
stereo and 2%
headphones

Before Reese's Pieces
long before 8-tracks

But there weren't
any headphone jacks
in Mom's Hi Fidelity
GE cabinet turntable




Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Anguish I Feel

The anguish I feel
knocks out possibilities
knocks out pleasure
knocks out joy

The anguish I feel
has me pinned
has me stonewalled
has me astonished

the anguish I feel
derides me
denies me
imbibes me

Anguish
paralyzes
stupefies
immobilizes

no glee
no gladsomeness
no release

just torment
torture, 'n,
travail




Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Fathom This

Intellectuals have responsibilities,
But no powers ...
So here goes:
To make this year a new beginning
Every American wanting a new car
... go out and buy a Chevy
All frustrated academicians
... go online and start blogging
All parents who find hope
... encourage your children to prophesy and heal
"My God did we finally do it; really do it," says Charlton
... Stop Look Listen every morning.


Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Globe gone Warm?

Warming globe?

Naw; I don't think so ...

Truth is:

We are all skeletons,

'n We all have trouble,

Letting go.



Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

by Pat Darnell

A poem is
germination
of a vine
that withers
or lives
to transport
sustenance
to the fruit

... is
harvest
gathering fruit
pressing
in wine presses
separating


Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Monday, September 6, 2010

Cro mag non Man

I don't want to be
Cro mag non Man
I don't want to shout
when a whisper will stand

Sugar loaf comes to mind
when I think of you
No, don't want to be
No Cro Mag Non kind

I want to be there
When you unwind.


Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Here's the deal dear
I could turn you
Yes I could
turn you

Turn you,
if it your wish



Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Sorry Captain Harley

BP wants fish that taste best
Not fish with shark skin vests!

The Monarchy is silent
for the oil spoil toil
there has been no kingly recoil

Sorry Charlie:
BP made fish and fowl spoil
now "we" have to recoil
but 'dem sharks
eat anything

Fishin' hole is spoiled, boy,
Foist ahoy there, Charlie
the fishin' hole is spoiled
Give me a hard port turn
Captain Harley Finvalve Sir
Fin hoist that yardarm

What's it like down there
Charlie?
Hey, this is not a shark park,
Charlie.

Sorry Captain Harley
We want sharks that
taste good
not sharks with
good taste ...

Shark skin suits? Bah!
BP wants what's best
If it means sharks
in shark skin vests?

Fishin' hole is spoiled, boy,
Foist ahoy there, Charlie,
the fishin' hole is spoiled
Give me a hard port turn
Captain Harley Finvalve
Fin hoist that yardarm

Now there's a sport!


Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Peter Protocol

Before the Rooster crows
... three denials

Peter is flawed
his fear made him crawl
Don't you know Jesus?

Rooster crows
knee-jerk guilt
Guilty by association
failure
betrayal
by proxy

It's not Me!


Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Monday, August 30, 2010

What's Up?

Kick back
put up your feet
stretch out your arms
put your hands
behind your head;
give out a big sigh
look up for the sky ...

Oops, there it is
a badly fit
ubiquity inside
a hung ceiling
in this patient room
turned waiting room ...
caged bird
... looking up

two by four drop down
tiles on tracks
that were powder coated
white, faded gray,
dusty 2 x 2 supply vents
twelve feet apart

Return air grilles
2 x 2 at far corner
EXIT sign over door
glowing

Canned lighting to accent
or excite us on floor
oh wait ...
a plastic ligustrum tree
was the target

Over there ...
baby poop color
plastic round
smoke alarm
and some other
alarm stuck up there

Round speaker
with broken plastic
round knob bezel
tight to the tiles

Try, try, try ...
... try to dream
beyond this scheme,
to beautiful skies.

[11\16\08. 1201 Briarcrest]
Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Curl

Curl ...
in base of
Fibonacci
integrity and
consistency
say's to
profess ...

Like out not
slice of life
but in first
bite of every
harvest ...

Hydro
drag
on structural
elements
till there
on edible flesh
lies ...
a Pearl.


Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

6 Reasons why You're Not in the Mood

by Pat Darnell

Show her why she is worthy of your love

Discover 10 ways the blues hurt your health...

Bad enough you feel tired, listless and blue.

Memory loss? ... 10 natural remedies
Fresh Pomodoro Pasta, ... White Beans and Olives
Mental health experts ask: ... Will anyone be normal?
    Jobs, professions, influence cause of death

    But Lucky you. You're going to Vegas.
    -- Oven-Fried Zucchini Sticks !!

    What 'clinically proven' means to you
    AND -- Modest weight loss may curb urine leakage

      So, do you know Ways to get from slow to go
      Get designer brands up to 70% off retail;

      Flower arrangements for any occasion

      Your opinion is valuable. Get paid for what you know,
      And when you arrive ... take what they give,
      Permanent enlarged penis with Dr. Duress --
      Grow 4 Inches and 150% wide in 90 days or less

      But you only have 89 days left to live ...

      Did you suffer from injuries from your Accutane use?
      No worries --
      Pills On Sale. Quality VIAGRA $1.89, LEVITRA $3.29 and $2.29 CIALIS

      All about keeping an eye on your home.
      What good is a roof over your head if it leaks?

      It's a big job, but someone has to do it.

      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Sunday, August 1, 2010

      Pretty Woman Revisited

      by Pat Darnell

      Somewhere there is a good picture
      of you with me
      when we were young
      and I pleased you
      in every way

      Now you hold my heart
      no other may hold it
      ... star struck melody
      you crossing the street

      when the ground trembles
      I think of you
      When I see our child
      it's you he resembles

      I lived and I died
      in your arms before
      ... do it all again
      would I ...

      For this picture when
      we were young
      and I am still yours
      across all avenues



      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Saturday, July 31, 2010

      Reverse Engineering Terrorist Attack

      Dixie crowded barges
      floating flotilla carnival
      tight-roped trail rider
      gets on with his smoke

      Down river white trash from Texas
      Lantern ladened wagon
      Sleepy dog-faced patrons
      Go direct to the heat of Dallas

      They get tickled drunk
      and someone owns an idea --
      but some fella in a corner
      thinks it's his mission.

      he makes a bunch of
      suicide videos
      and writes a series of
      last notes

      he checks in to
      last chance resort motel
      and makes booty calls
      hires an escort infidel

      A deadly mixture
      a mutt from Texas
      Arms go left, feet go right,
      Body don't look just right,

      finds two Volunteers from Tennessee,
      Out of the North
      Out of the Night
      Poor boy goin' lose his life.


      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Tuesday, July 27, 2010

      Whiskey, Wimmen and Whisker Burns

      (An Old Song Gone Bad)

      Scotch and soda
      Mud in your eye
      Baby do I feel high
      oh me, oh my ...

      That next town seems
      so outta reach
      just outta reach

      Dat' woman g'wan kill de family
      to get her way ...
      She sell her soul cheap
      Oh me, oh my ...

      Dry Martini
      jigger of Gin
      Oh, what a spell
      they got me in
      Oh my ...
      ... Do I feel high.

      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Sunday, July 25, 2010

      Visitors and Brain Industries

      Elongated cranium
      fashion from
      Sirius B and A,
      Potolo Ama,
      and Dogons,
      knew it --
      "Star Knowledge"
      nomenclature
      told through oral culture.

      Artisans -- split apart hybrids ...

      Catalogers left to hash it out ...

      Sirius B -- how far away is that?

      Zuni -- 1200 BC
      Egypt is at bat

      Dogon Spacemen
      visitors, Sky People
      Keepers of Space

      Cachinas:
      Dance each year
      in full head dress
      in costumes to re-enact
      coming of Space gods
      and elongated cranius
      That's a fact!

      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Friday, July 23, 2010

      Hotel Chelsea

      Meetin' Maggie at the Hotel Chelsea
      Will the door man
      diffuse the situation

      Waiting waiting waiting by the gate
      to hear the voice of coma

      The gate is a trap door
      friends are measured like teeth

      Gates separated by long walkway
      ramps to run rapid transit

      Quietly quickly to pedestrian heart beat
      ... to connecting flights

      Funny looking feet
      At Chelsea Hotel ...
      ... we're gonna' meet!



      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Wednesday, July 21, 2010

      Humanism

      by Pat Darnell

      Like trying to sell
      life insurance to
      a Muslim

      O r to collect long term healthcare
      stipends from Hindi's

      as if under cloak
      covering dimensions
      of space and time
      ...  innuendos
      Where is the joy?

      Where children are born
      and leavened to humankind
      to be treated rough
      in rites of passage
      meant to set them apart
      as what ... warriors?

      this nightmare
      feeds terror
      surmounts to blood terror
      and terror of death
      feeding terror again ...

      Many that will shorten
      their already short lives

      and choose very differently
      from their fathers' lifestyles

      regard other lifestyles
      other than
      trodden paths
      of descendants past

      of rivaling fathers
      those who are
      rodding their child
      to be canon fodder

      A basic question
      put before Protestant Hedonists
      and profiling Humanists

      Who are you who were commanded
      to love God the Father
      and to encourage one another
      Until His return?




      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Monday, July 19, 2010

      Florida, Orlando

      Bocce ball
      Blue crab not moving
      4 candles --
      2 South, 2 West,
      on a linen blouse
      a lock of hair ...

      Still life on a curb
      Orlando, florida

      A disturbance call
      somewhere down yonder

      Did ya hear the call?
      Reckon we'll be smart
      and git on down there ...
      with no real Where to start.

      Maybe muster our minds
      Could have been passion
      could have been economy of direct action
      Probably just eviction ...

      Yes, passion, I suspect
      luster now gone, nonetheless
      festooned , yes
      and garland of confess
      could be passions last request
      and these left clues
      on Orlando's curb
      Bocce ball and all.



      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Saturday, July 17, 2010

      Sore Nation

      by Pat Darnell

      You cried to our hearts
      You thought for us
       ... not we listened

      Look about us now
      You say, I have laid out
      your lives in reason.

      Built
      Repair
      Guilt
      Despair

      Control re-entry
      You cried to our minds
      Chosen minds focussed
      instilled Revival from rind
      you fortified and buttressed
      ... Reviled death
      ... Sought fitness
      and strengthened in spirit
      Deliverance in abundance
      Disinterment, decisioness,
      You sore nation, our fortress.


      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Friday, July 16, 2010

      Staying Naive is Best for all

      by Pat Darnell

      love is this stream
      rippling on thighs
      Spring water rushing by
      my hand around
      your torso
      in gentle hug
      bathing, listening
      looking through trees
      for love --

      love for you, this inlet,
      is this stream
      where we lie
      with ripples all about
      pushing your thighs

      love is not occupation
      boots nor dust, but
      younger stronger
      deserving and robust.



      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Thursday, July 15, 2010

      Hurley-burly

      I am the sacred absent
      I am a chill down your spine
      I vow trust, and love,
      But torrents, tears, are mine

      To give away and reset
      to fall away and beget
      to miss out on evenings yet
      bend toil all night in regret

      long suffer'g spider weaves her net
      works at night, her I should forget
      that moment when I was present, yet
      victim in rising water, with tetra ...
      [... glowing all around me]

      I would drown that night
      If I did not love you
      shed instead my shaking ...
      Shakiness that you always hate

      I sent a message late
      and a text too early
      and the morning was met
      with quiet hurley-burly


      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Wednesday, July 14, 2010

      Owl

      by Pat Darnell

      Almost hidden to bet
      but not good enough
      for my sharp eyes
      and circumnavigate neck
      my vigil gaze
      sharp end fluttering wings
      send chills down their necks
      and wake them in darkest haze.


      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Tuesday, July 13, 2010

      And the Fat Man Wrote

      by Pat Darnell

      All that's left
      for some to see
      is windmills
      and lighthouses
      and animal menageries

      In the sixties
      a fella was shiftless
      and way to smart ...
      Midwesterner sort ...

      To let his what if's
      go into so what's
      Soon produced his bachelors
      in philo of fine Arts.


      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Monday, July 12, 2010

      Grand Traditions

      Careful how you
      rewrite the grand traditions
      or , How to not rewrite --
      and be all big-legged;

      Don't topple
      the chicken cart?

      Go land your cart
      and catch instead
      a mess of mud bugs

      Just how it's done
      we get it on
      you kno'
      Jus' go on and on and on.

      Say: Hi Jane
      Say: Hygiene

      Say: Chicken, laddy,
      Say: Craw-daddy!

      a triumph ...
      or et un trionfo' ..?


      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Sunday, July 11, 2010

      Demi, the Life Changer

      Pre-approved
      Junkily
      Corruptible passage,
      Others joined in
      With prevalent sin
      we all turned
      away from God
      But Demi found us
      in the end, at the path
      of trodden wrath

      Demi, the Life Changer,

      She'd return for me
      when it's time

      All I had asked
      is where's my daughter?

      ... followed then all this free verse
      under bentwood chairs
      over expressed on oak desk
      to delight of rest

      I headed into the wind
      Southerly to a heading
      not marked as unknown.
      Only as a son born
      to find his daughters and sons.

      I finally slept it seems,
      as Demi, the life changer, crept
      back into my slumbering dreams.

      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Saturday, July 10, 2010

      Gimme a Line, Kid of Mine

      START:

      ... the worm knows
      about wormholes

      everything that ...
      is to know ...

      [ ... ]

      "So, I don't know
      I'd love to do that
      but I can't think of
      ' a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g '
      Right Now -- Dad."


      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      The Generalist Might say:

      Generalist

      One cannon ball
      changes the way
      things are.



      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Friday, July 9, 2010

      Poetry Geist

      by Pat Darnell

      Tell the water
      to be still
      Call the clouds
      if you will
      Tell light
      to sit tight,
      Tell time
      to stop ...
      ... on a dime

      Tell those
      who pray
      to call it a day

      When you feel ignored
      Don't blame the Lord

      Doesn't sound cricket
      worms with rickets
      on a pitch field of dreams
      Being so thick, it
      sullies the stream.


      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Saturday, June 19, 2010

      Trials

      by Pat Darnell


      To think, to even stir
      Required eternal
      And stop to say
      In turn, true to form,

      Someone out there
      Invented this
      Beside the stillness
      Individuals fell against
      The storm once made

      Could not they
      And all the rest
      Have said good day

      June 2010
      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Friday, June 4, 2010

      Eat Up

      by Pat Darnell

      I been to the depression chamber
      I been lower than a grass root
      I was ground and dappled
      Like pepper on a salad
      Till my daddy give me fruit

      He’d croon up to our rooms
      ‘Now hear this; ‘Now hear this
      ‘Sweepers man your brooms
      ‘Clean sweep down fore and aft’

      [Twheeee ieee wheet]

      ‘Clean sweep down before we eat!’

      This is so good
      This is so good that
      This is so good that the
      The Navy eats it
      Yeah, the Navy eats it up

      I am tired from aches and pains
      I been chippin’ paint all morn’
      Hidin’ my chaw in my cheek till
      O’er the horn:
      ... swells: ‘Twelve bells’

      I spit a wad in the leak...
      Yeah I spat t’bacco
      To stop the leak
      Until I return

      This is so bad
      This is so bad that
      This is so bad that it’s good

      So good, the Navy eats it
      Yeah, the Navy eats it up... They do--
      The entire floatin’ Navy
      At twelve noon, eats it up!

      It keeps us all afloat
      How we care for our boat
      We steam to Tuscany and Omaha
      We visit the China Sea
      But what keeps us on our feet
      Is three squares a day we eat

      Eat up old boy
      Eat up skullduggery
      Scrape and grind; repeat ten times
      The hull you plug her ye’
      But at noon clean your plate
      ... you see
      Eat up and clean your plate
      The Navy cannot wait

      Thursday, June 3, 2010

      Gulf of Mexico; Oil Spill 2010

      by Pat Darnell

      Dirty juice
      nasty sluice
      and briney balls of tar

      fetch me a frog
      in this mutilated bog
      and refrigerate her

      calamity cross
      evil doer loss
      to thick to even stir

      condition dismal;
      crude oil baptismal
      broken bracken interred
      broken - then fix it
      not broken -- then do not fix it
      broken -- then do not fix it
      not broken -- then fix it?
      Dull sewer dirty
      Damaged downed dinghy
      when was it discovered?



      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Wednesday, June 2, 2010

      Presto Chango

      by Pat Darnell

      Wonderful world
      change -- indicators
      Indicators -- lag time factors
      Lag times -- industry
      Industry -- increased gravity
      My history begins ...
      ... in the Civil War:
      ... the 1960's.

      That is, when I was
      Eight years old
      I was there,
      When Change got its name.

      ISS today:
      ... a change in collaboration
      ADA EOE:
      ... change due to a water fountain
      ENRON:
      ... change due to Oxley and Sarbanes
      Black Matter:
      ... change in Astrophysics
      Death of Crocodile Hunter
      ... change in journalism
      Ethanol:
      ... change in Petrochemicals
      SETI:
      ... change in Transparency
      Presto Chango
      ... a concept that follows SETI
      Photonics and Lasers:
      ... a change in light
      Crime and Punishment:
      ... Legal Beagles trail the field
      Fashion Industry:
      ... who can really tell?

      Lag Times:
      ... Space -- One
      ... Aeronautics -- Three
      ... Astrophysics -- Sixteen

      How many years left
      am I gonna live?
      So I can say
      Life is elemental;
      chemistry is dealt.



      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Tuesday, June 1, 2010

      Nun's?

      Impromptu Limerick
      by Pat Darnell


      One Response to “Inflatable Church”
      Pat Darnell and Friends says: August 7, 2008 at 9:12 pm

      NUNS?

      Once I kissed a nun
      who came very undone
      in the pew next to Bartholomew…
      Where I prayed

      She glared at me in a state
      that could scare diamonds off a snake
      and send me to hades
      in the back of the Pope’s Mercedes…
      [Turns out] — She was more interested in passing of the plate!!

      (Poolcan pd-in-full)

      Paint_teeks

      by Pat Darnell | 2010

      Collectives

      One Melody

      a Thousand lyrics

      One lyric

      a Thousand melodies.

      We are sold

      In this country

      are we Dead ghosts

      Going home

      at ____________?

      Yesterday someone killed ___________ thousand.

      Dead ghosts, why'd they let go;

      a thousand Ancient forgotten souls

      and all their bones

      Collectibles.

      Sunday, May 23, 2010

      Description -- At the Dog Show

      Massive of brachiocephalic nature,

      with a heavy appearance in stature,

      covered in soft loose skin, her

      shape like an elongated bucket

      meso-form whose body is longer

      than height at her cross, accentuating

      her long form,

      the bitch being slightly longer

      than the dog.

      The cranium face proportion

      is her 60 to 40 percenter

      width of skull provides three-fifths

      of her total head length.

      dog of medium size, eumetric,

      Rustic and well proportioned,

      with a straight profile and black face.

      Seriousness of such is calculated

      measured by how far it varies

      from standard requirements such as

      Excessive wrinkles in facial and skull

      which don’t detract from the dog’s expression.
      *
      *
      But my dog

      has Square outline,

      A triangular, narrow angled square head,

      and an appearance light weight,

      A tail that is curly, very thin,

      ... of equal thickness throughout length

      some deformed, and then again

      some of her sizes are very small and also very large;

      Dorsal line saddle shaped, small chest, weak front,

      Ribs insufficient --

      She has tight skin without elasticity,

      Light coloured eyes,

      Eyes too close together and obliquely

      Deep set, not projecting.

      Excessive jaw protruding,

      A few missing teeth;

      Ears rooted too high in her skull --

      A skull which is round and arched;

      slobber that seems to seep --

      skull and facial lines divergent;

      Flat fine hair, a poor mask marked,

      A long thick neck, insufficient.

      But a very kind bark !
      _____________
      Retrieval by Pat Darnell
      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell
      [SOURCE]

      Saturday, May 22, 2010

      It Happened this Way

      J says | October 12, 2008 at 6:52 am
      [ ... ]
      Now the whole “associative” can of worms is a lot of fun. Imagine that I wrote a hymntune (a new “Amazing Grace”)…and PD wrote the lyrics. We copyright it and a few days later there are two Youtube slideshows using our hymntune as underscore. One features photos of children in prayer. The other features photos of vertically-challenged transvestite albino nuns wearing Doc Martens and stomping kittens and puppies. Imagine how detrimental this second association will be to our career! Somewhere there’s a lawyer out there for this case.
      Have I been “served”?  http://jinright.edublogs.org/files/2008/10/01-moopig-hymn.m4a

      The brothers from the Moopig Marching Monastic Mass Choir had a few issues with the irregular metrical footprint.

      Pat Darnell and Friends says | October 13, 2008 at 8:15 am
      I tried to avoid being called out for days now… Imagine that I wrote a hymntune (a new “Amazing Grace” )…and PD wrote the lyrics.

      Well, J, this will teach ya’ to never do that again…

      Transecting transvesting
      I’m lost in mySpace
      entitled zigzagging
      albino Schoolmates
      vibrato clapping
      paunched boozing
      many nuns Catholics
      minimalist specialists
      Transvestited conjugal
      A transvest tripe licked me face

      Coney Isle warm begot mellow
      Sylvia strongest mask photo’d
      Marclein martelled cantorello
      Prologue of the nuns’ priest tale
      ‘de Chaucer an old, odd fellow,
      Blind Doc Marten Martello’d

      Monica, aria impressed, begot ciro:
      ‘Waar kan je te koop
      ‘E’en husky als
      ‘splatted triangle’s blackmails
      ‘als puppies kopen dear’o
      ‘van spotter in noord… escargot!

      Canto Kinta prologue’d
      Double forte rittard
      Of the nuns’ priest tale –
      Once entitlement zigzagging
      Now, nuns shit wedging
      toward this ending
      on a Discordant chord…..
      and much oath and pledging….

      Pat Darnell and Friends says | October 13, 2008 at 10:23 pm
      Oh my Gawd… ( :-o Holy Mackerel !! Sweet Mother of Jesus and His Step-Dad… vertically-challenged transvestite albino nuns wearing Doc Martens and stomping kittens and puppies… making irregular metrical footprints

      It’s a good start, I think… no? Not served: U D Man… *[genuflecting large big dumb animals]* We Serve U

      Reply | Pribek says | October 13, 2008 at 10:40 pm
      now I’m not going to be able to get that tune out of my head


      PHEW!
      Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

      Thursday, May 20, 2010

      Singing Falsetto

      by Pat Darnell | 2010

      The best place to play

      They call the ghetto

      Where is there a park bench
      ... to lay down
      ... none in the shade

      Where I can curl up
      ... and do time again

      ... can't afford, I don't ask
      ... lead a conscience green

      ... read your last letter last night
      ... whimpered alone

      ... all for lost time
      ... scripts down a scene

      Unscripted it felt
      What I think
      ask her: No. It's done.

      What am I going to tell everyone?

      Wednesday, May 19, 2010

      Little League Sign Up Day

      by Pat Darnell | 1995

      Sun struck driver
      creeps by
      urchins carry
      boom boxes on shoulders
      along sidewalk warm
      playin' winter's discoveries
      like teenager alarm.

      Cabin weary moms
      stretch out
      in dusty, musty
      jogging suits
      a little saggy

      faded and bagging
      on hibernated legs
      and torsos a little loose
      like pajamas on the Mamas

      Every one out
      for a look see
      at salted curbs
      debris, will there be
      one more frost?

      on Easter...?

      before soil disturbed
      by daffodil, tulip
      strawberry, and weeds

      No sign of Dad yet
      no hurry, except
      for those in charge
      of today's
      Little League Sign Up

      Around you see
      those with tans
      already they
      been livin' largess
      heavy hitters
      who split
      during winter mess

      Yes; some Mom's 've been yachting
      Some Dads leisured on Feb beaches
      near America's Cup sweeps
      lucky ones with nose up
      richer gettin' richer
      parents persnickety,
      their kids are all pitchers!

      Try-outs in the gym
      winters melting
      in fields wetting
      So the clickety-clack
      of baseball bats
      must wait till
      winter whey
      all goes away
      in seasonal decay
      is born Little League Sign Up Day !

      Tuesday, May 18, 2010

      Pain Never Ending

      by Pat Darnell

      My Pain is endless
      it never ceases
      On waking, it cringes
      At dusk, infringes
      Keeps me sleepless

      A neck strain today
      toothaches yesterday
      rheumatism, eye strain,
      I'm not pretending,
      Enemies? Your revenge
      on me, I'm getting

      Daughters your anger
      answered this appendage
      As pain never end-age
      Upon a man intending
      no elder life like this

      Sometimes a lung
      sometimes a thumb
      feet like slabs of numb
      chest's dull nag ...
      ... head hung

      By witness of bone
      these prizes I bear
      alone
      can I mitigate home

      No mantel nor cloak
      to conceal or abide
      this stranger than life
      episode I wish to hide

      My humble prayer
      to God above ...
      release all my folk
      from this despair

      Calmly, quietly,
      in warm attachment
      ... let me go,
      for these pains impeding
      pain never-ending
      no one should ever know.

      Monday, May 17, 2010

      Inside Outside

      Play on carpet
      with domino
      look through a box
      bang my head
      on the window

      Happily clap
      with wrists up
      and up, elbow up
      goes wild my pup

      The storm descends
      always washes away
      I get out of the wind
      as the stormy weather
      interrupts my play

      Quickly return
      to my Spring-scented day
      in the yard ...
      ... full to the curb
      covered with juicy clover
      puppy runs all over ...

      Play outside ...
      till the storm clouds cover
      play outside ...
      till the clouds come over

      Stiff thunder scares me back inside
      gray sky thunder makes me hide.

      Sunday, May 16, 2010

      Life Changing Events

      by Pat Darnell | Foggia '05

      Check all signs
      parlay the scriptures
      call the Comforter
      repeat the six prayers
      from prayer chair

      Deliver pet dog
      at kennel by dinner
      Toss her to the chain links
      she muffles a query:

      Do not eat this
      Look, I did this
      ... this or, this?
      You did none of it.
      I did every thing
      You did nothing.

      Light flashes
      on -- then on again --
      YEPP' and MP3
      Cellular, then off,
      then wait, then
      crackle...

      Then BBC, then engines
      very large engines
      Then a push through
      weather

      A rock skipping over the clouds
      a stone flies again

      Do you know
      where we are
      ?

      Saturday, May 15, 2010

      Muncheritis

      by Pat Darnell

      Hanging upside down
      on a pine branch
      like a wren looking
      for an aphid

      I let the Minsky
      frisk me because
      I wouldn't blow
      in his tube

      Then it struck me
      this is like images
      within a mirror
      with attitude

      And I swear
      that is not why
      they jumped me
      in verisimilitude

      Of my actions
      as it is plain
      I was only out there
      searching for food.

      (Today, May 2010)

      Earth Does

      by Pat Darnell

      What tethers
      us in space?

      No tackle
      nor knots I've seen

      like a kite
      on a string

      pulls to earth
      us back in

      a bucket
      out of a well

      depth breadth
      comprehensible expanse
      trek out a far distance

      not to be lost
      at our entrance

      looking for face
      recognizable out in space

      what tethers us
      in space?

      Friday, May 14, 2010

      Everyday at 17:00 hours

      Prophets are Jawboned


      How can I go on believing the greater you is in me?
      Burst-ed bones of broken legs into a fire
      potash and embers of Yaupon and Aspen
      And jawbone of an ass
      Jutting out, smoky mass --
      Turning watery eyes watery
      Crackling, disturbing to the finish
      A wash of mountain yonder made
      End of day, in fixed array
      Devoid of end shade
      Fixed time light dappled
      Ordinary mottled
      And variegated home
      of praying mantis

      Darnell 2006

      Tough Love

      by Pat Darnell | Nov 2007

      Don't you ever
      want to know
      how I got here?

      'Want to know
      how I put
      this road
      behind me?

      I thought you
      would want to know me
      if I became a tree
      you might carve
      your name
      in my bark

      And return one day
      and see how
      I protected you.

      Thursday, May 13, 2010

      Let Loose a Tear

      by Pat Darnell | Nov 2007

      This crying
      should probably
      stop,

      in a decade
      or three

      I keep trying
      to write
      the alternate ending

      Sort of turns
      out like a
      letter within a story

      True love reared its head
      leered at me
      then went to bed

      Goal achieved
      like background music
      at cinema twenty-three

      Focus on victory
      break through stillness
      celebrate in warmth

      Accept my fate
      story goes on
      as endless coast

      Of treasure, love, sea
      tears and prophecy
      some old songs

      Lifts a few of my burdens
      takes me back
      'n lets loose a tear

      Wednesday, May 12, 2010

      Concert of Circle

      Concert of song
      see the fellowship
      of women strong
      ... it is the songs
      of children ...
      of child birth ...
      and so on

      and of desire
      and of great longing

      Hush, maybe, do not disturb
      their heartfelt songs
      prayers in concert
      ... hear sisters sing
      about their children
      and their lives ...
      with their hums,
      between belling ...

      Observe how they
      grow chatty ...
      around the bread
      along with fishes that
      seem to always follow
      women ahead

      Peering there --
      just behind Jesus ...
      ... amid branches
      sifting streamlettes,
      and tinkling triplets ...

      Singing their songs
      to sustenance,
      to strength,
      from beginning to end
      fellowship of women...
      isn't it remarkable
      their concert of circle.

      Patrick Darnell (2001)

      Tuesday, May 11, 2010

      Descry

      by Pat Darnell


      Dangling at the end
      Of the food chain

      Was a soldier.

      Who lost his wife
      His gun, his son,
      And nearly his life.

      When then he found a clarinet
      That upon it had his name,
      A honed woodwind,
      primed him in
      breathing easier,
      until one day,
      He wrestled a tree
      Finally fell
      His body went
      To pieces, which
      All the creatures ate.
      A happy feast that day,
      At heaven’s gate.

      His soul escaped
      Not devoured
      In final hour

      A hand reached out
      To catch him,
      Put the young soul on a cloud,
      At about half past two,

      The soul of the soldier
      Said, “Thank you.”
      The one with the hand
      Told the soldier’s soul
      his new name --

      “Metronome.”

      And the cloud’s address
      is 12, a matchless home.


      The clarinet re-toned
      with scales of delightful scores,
      Notes uniform, and impossible
      For human ears to hone.
      On that same day
      Upon earth fell
      Twins, borne ‘neath
      A channel, in gale,
      whereupon two games
      Will be played.

      Each would owe life
      To the soldier’s demise
      While shepherds
      Pastured their sheep, ‘neath birds
      In their freedom flight,
      To the river to drink

      Their blood is from
      The river flowing
      To the iodine sea
      They fly above
      the living pleasure
      as rocking waves knead
      the banks, fertile with seed

      As naught has ever
      Been seen froward
      Nor in reverse, evinced
      In famish, nor, glory ward,

      Obscurity, nor lucidity,
      Neither scheme, schism, nor worry,

      Beheld the brilliance in life
      as a dread vantage of rough
      High-spirited games
      Dangled by threads above gulf
      Just below cloud twelve
      Stirred at soldier’s end, just
      A gnash ahead in the food chain.


      1991

      Saturday, May 8, 2010

      Willy's Turkey Chilli Paste

      Three years workin'
      and he ain't tellin'
      what it is ...
      ... you are smellin'

      by Pat Darnell

      Three years work ...
      and pot likker still
      tastes like chicken ...

      Just Kiddin' !

      Prawn to King three
      clock is tickin' time
      turkey bastin' -- let it be,
      thrice cooking ...heat lickin'
      Fahrenheit two hundred nine...

      Farseeing, slow cook toil
      like desert gravel boil,
      mesquite leaf grind,
      Darjeeling, still no oil

      Mocking birds don't mock,
      'cause beads of sweat pock
      meaty cook's forehead
      and his big arm-like hocks

      Cigar meshed and wet
      between monstrous molars
      ash mixed in pot sweat
      and ash falling to floors

      Foliage swept and ground
      watered in morning rain
      added dandelion to mound
      pewter pot boilin' plain

      Beads of sweat
      ... form stains
      on chef's hat ...
      his legs and neck strained

      Pot's right!
      ... he exclaims
      Grandpa was right
      ... it is the same

      But whoa it is tough
      ... to embrace today
      what some remember
      ... as good old days.

      But down home we try
      We're willing 'n braced,
      To sit by and cry
      ... when we all taste:

      Grandpa Willy's ...
      ... Wild, Turkey Chilli.

      [pd. 2004]

      Wednesday, May 5, 2010

      Lord let me die in a Book Store

      Lord let me die
      in a book store

      So my last look
      is edges of books

      let my head fall
      on the bones of Elisha

      atop collections
      of Natural Curiosities

      In the Barnes at noblesse
      or Joe's Book entrance

      let my arm grow limp
      under weight of clearance

      99 cent bargains in tow
      of Pollack, Tristan and van Gogh

      So I will have died
      just as the dead rise

      so, Please do not weep
      over my face ... nor book

      You might get wet
      the type on my place

      or dampen picture anthology
      of one more LOOK .

      [pd]

      Monday, May 3, 2010

      Patch

      by Pat Darnell

      Shadow won't stick
      won't stay attached
      sent me adventuring
      for thimble and tack
      'n needle to patch.

      Patch where past
      meets a future
      but jealousy flaps,
      cuts quick ... a
      perfect suture.

      No more than rocks
      can walk on water,
      with little faith and stuff,
      to arms! ... say for starters
      shadow always tempted,
      ... sure enough ... Seems,
      Shadow always gets broader.

      [pd.2009]

      Sunday, May 2, 2010

      Don’t be codger to me old man

      by Pat Darnell

      I don’t like being tossed aside
      I am fretting my fate
      Kitchen spills may be small
      But too many broken hearts
      Simply we do not repair all
      You hear distant voice
      A fond soundtrack
      Predestined of choice
      And you fret and crack
      I had my heart attack
      I reveal my full heart ache
      You listen but abate
      As heartstrings leave slack
      Difficult flat to mitigate
      even for hummingbirds
      to trans-navigate
      You are Specie of Strength so youth say
      Don’t be codger to me old man
      I am not interested
      And you are in the way
      Or, as you don famously
      To point out the way
      To clues of nerve chords
      To invert our shameful play
      Thanks but no thanks
      You play too many tricks
      I loathe your blood anger
      And garlands festooned
      Like piñatas beat with sticks
      Seeds of salvation are rand
      And not in your hands ole man
      Nor in the works of your hands
      From raptors talons, I howl back to say
      Into this imbalance youth threw me too soon

      Tuesday, April 27, 2010

      Restorations


      by Pat Darnell

      We are founders unintended
      ... of sports medicine
      we were the cutting edges
      ... when they invented
      special restorative surgeries
      ... for the body mended

      it was our duty back when ....
      to offer our booty and then
      ... as cargo for surgeons' opportunists
      our ankles, knees, shoulders and shins
      ... hips, ham strings, coccyx in stadiums
      ribs, elbows, femurs and wrists
      neck, nose, ears and craniums

      and for athletes who fight and smoke
      ... a lung or two could be doctor's duty
      We invented bruises, strawberries
      All those sports injurious pokes ...
      ... that sound fruity; but we aren't chow ...
      ... we were there, to bust some brow!

      And yes, gave it we our all
      ... enthusiastic to the wall
      followed our coach all the way
      out the tunnel hall

      e'en to Korea ... if that be the day
      we were there to win or fall...
      we always showed when called
      ... smash mouth, crack back, football

      Now look we are YMC referees
      ... and assistant coaches at your call
      Saying in the Fall:
      "Our knees once tore
      when runners swerved ...
      on dives when they soared
      ... ligaments and tendons torn
      .. under pressures too great to borne"

      And, one couldn't help that much,
      since big boys is as big boys does
      but aftermath spelled doom
      on a College team there's no room
      for knees crumbled and busted
      ... schoolboy dreams' faded to dust did

      Today Mister Doctor DeBakey
      at the Sports Medicine bakery
      they repair knees precisely and quickly
      Then you are told ...
      ... you to get out there and swiftly
      and put your repairing knee to task

      We used to run on sore knees, yes,
      ... but not because they convalesced
      but because we had a game to play
      back then, all that surgery waits ...
      ... for another day of instigates,

      Run like a warrior
      ... kick like a mule
      ... dig like a mole
      no sniffling, that's the rules

      Breathing so hard
      ... you bruise your ribs
      drink tons of water
      ... not Mr Pibbs

      Follow the ball
      ... follow your coach
      ... warriors big, warriors tall
      ... We're stoked,
      ... smash mouth warfare, football

      We old guys really did sacrifice
      hoped those who'd come next
      ... would hear our parables
      appreciate what we practice
      and understand  injuries' tolls ...
      ... some aren't repairable .
      and football fascism ...
      has claimed our souls
      and our injuries have played many roles.

      Friday, April 23, 2010

      King’s Vine



      by Pat Darnell



      Beneath King’s boots
      Ancient vines tug
      From exigent roots
      And links divine

      oak limbs hold them
      Up very high then
      How thick or thin the vine
      Is how high the vine

      And repeats ...
      ... for all time

      Vine without End
      Without end Vine

      [pd. 04.11.2010, Bryan TX]

      The TEXANZ Vote ... You can't Understand This




      by Pat Darnell

      For Texas to be cool-zz
      and vaulted into modern schiz'zes;
      it must establish new rule-zz's
      that is, all the 'S'es in Texas
      should be changed to 'Z'es where 'X'es.

      That's Auztin, and Houzton
      could move to the rhythm'z
      of Dallaz, and New OrleanZ
      flowin' like 21st century-isms

      Too cool
      on the bayou

      and no one Mezz's
      with things Texazz's ..
      LouiZiana we assimilate
      then make Vatican City
      ... our Sister State

      just before we Seccess-'Zate
      from the US of America reprobates...
      ... there we are just a donor state;
      Federales, they continue to vacillate ...
      in quack zeonotrope schiz-ates ...

      NEXT Week press:
      We presentate ALAZKA state,
      put simply, don't mezz
      with the Sarah's syndicate.

      [pd\Bryan, TX. 04.17.2010]

      Tuesday, April 20, 2010

      Restless Rustler

      by Pat Darnell




      Just a Donor?

      I noticed ...
      The other day
      Me brain ..
      Began shutting down

      Big galvanized ...
      Heavy tubular steel
      Gates clanging shut,
      For eternity? Yikes!
      ... that sound

      ‘Life as moral issue –‘
      Clang!
      ‘Positive reinforcement –‘
      Clang!
      ‘Decision making –‘
      Clang!
      ‘Objectivity –‘
      Clang!

      Mass on top ...
      ... I suppose,
      Has no longer any time ...
      ... for all those

      Ouch; I’m sore --
      -- I was just a donor,
      And now all is pared,
      -- Less than more?
      Does not seem square.

      A surrogate in space;
      During an erratic pace;
      ‘Where Life ... uh ... Life and ... er –‘
      Clang!

      [pd. Bryan, TX, 04.11.2010]

      Saturday, April 17, 2010

      MooPig Movie Reviews: "Sleeper [1973]"



      Imagine our future
      as seen in this
      Woody Allen suture
      Apes don't read philosophy
      so each one is
      out for one's self ...
      ... could be,
      our future was sunny
      back when,
      Woody Allen was funny.

      by Pat Darnell

      It was late
      one early night
      we were watching
      "Sleeper" on the tube--
      you know, with Keaton and her
      Silly putty nose ...

      She claims two
      positions and trends
      'Sex' and 'Death' as harbingers
      -- presage to what will become --
      but those two ideas have ...
      ... already been done, so that
      When it comes to an end
      we wish it to go on.
      Elm Street is much changed
      Robots like HAL, the avenues roam,
      getting confused at crossroads
      just like humans getting hanged
      -- like Jurors' contrasting impressions,
      Ambivalent as Nietzsche tomes ...
      ... as adverse to change in direction.

      By the way; Sleeper never sleeps
      and, whatever he eats, he slips on --
      like cannot be real, because peels
      and rinds remain behind with giant chicken,
      which prompts the plot to thicken
      and creates apprehension ...
      ... about His POD
      left around to satisfy His pons ...

      Di'a's and Wood'e's very funny troubles
      often bring out their stunt doubles
      -- like His new robot dog pet, Tricky-woo,
      when He Sleeper gets his brain rubbed out --
      Puppy is a sport too ... as its
      command is his master's wishes ...
      ... makes one question about:
      'Say, what about the fishes?'

      We wonder why She disbelieves He;
      because later He disbelieves She;
      all because 'Big Brother ...
      ... redesigns their pedigrees;
      so that two equals three --
      'Till the end we are a'swirl,
      but thankfully, in final scene ...
      da' Boy kisses da' Girl.

      [pd\Bryan TX\04.16.2010]

      Friday, April 16, 2010

      Kin of Word

      Rosetta Stone Comic
      by Rebecca Migdal May 11th 2009 (5814.88) Hello There--
      I'm Rebecca Migdal, my webcomic is Rosetta Stone and it's better than being bitten by mongeese. Or mongoooses. It updates daily and you can read it at: http://www.rosettastonecomic.com
      BTW--every chapter is also published as an "animated" comic that's narrated by the author, with original music. (No, I do not sleep. SOURCE)
      This was yesterday's comic:

      O_O
      (~~)
      (*__V__*)
      Kin of Word
      by Pat Darnell

      Words of this age
      With similar kin
      Frivolous escapades
      Pandemonium ruled
      Din leaping out
      darn world schooled
      So generous reward
      None have before told

      Millions of syllables
      Muddlesome word action
      Ignoble Works of false passion
      Some clipped like roses
      bombastic tablatures ...
      ... scrolls of skins
      Muddlesome prose ...
      ... and all their kin

      Tuesday, April 13, 2010

      Response to "Sky is Crying" by Elmore James

      Pat Darnell and Friends says:
      March 24, 2010 at 10:59 am |  Bryan, Texas
      Another Impromptu Unsolicited Lyrics by Pat Darnell
      Inspired by Elmore James “Sky is Cryin’” and only took nineteen minutes to pen.

      [Spoken Introit over Slide]
      Really can’t blame it
      … on anyone else
      even if I preferred death
      I’ve got eight lives left.

      Blues Man

      [Music Direction: Sniffingly]
      I’m a bluesman
      and a Houston Astros’ fan
      that combination …
      … ain’t too sublime man [ya' kno']

      So you see … like the sky,
      I cry’s all the time
      My last good memory
      Comes from 1969

      My favorite actor’s he,
      … Ernest Borgnine, din’t you hear…
      and, Stocks I bought 2KY…
      tanked in twenty aught nine

      I’m a Blues Man dude
      and an Astros’ fan, so,
      when the sky is cryin’
      I’m a Dome Man too

      My wiring is cooked
      as thin as cotton twine
      and some bad person took,
      my good shoes all shined –

      And then d’ey stole…
      my George Foreman grill
      That I got …
      at Downtown Good Will
      but e’en that…
      … din’t cook all the time

      So, go ahead on…
      … ya’ll doin’ most fine
      … ask around my neighbors
      what you pro’bly gonna find?

      [Thas' right]
      ‘Dey don’ e’en kno’ my name
      [Jus' that I]
      I is the Blues Man…
      … and a Houston Astros’ fan
      Cryin’ like the sky …
      … I was a Domes Man too…
      Just the same, all the time.

      Hey now, I ain’t through –
      I is a Blues Man…
      … [Wha's my name ...]
      … and a Houston Astros’ fan
      All the time, just the same.

      Yeah the sky is cryin’
      Baby right down on my
      South Side Houston Bolo tie
      Baby I can’t take it no mo’ …
      Tears runnin’ on down to my
      blistered, bare naked and raw
      bloody — swollen — toes
      _________
      Pat. Pend. APR 2010; Darnell

      Sunday, April 11, 2010

      Street Urchins


      by Pat Darnell


      Be quick on the
      Onto brother,
      Bring water first
      Before the others hit
      Your water-skin shirt
      and taunt you for fun
      Fountains drip
      Catches too much sun
      Do not stop to sip

      But bring water swiftly
      To where we pitch proud
      Pennies, listen brother
      for many, of us grumbling
      First off, coercing, a crowd
      And then much worse

      Baud cussing a’hitch loud
      That’s where we will be
      Around in the alley ...
      ... with powerful thirsts
      pitch'n roll'n pennies first
      And, and watch them hit


      Like craw-daddy’s crawl’n
      Go to hell you others all’n
      Watch your pennies stall’n
      Climb out of your ditch
      Mine stop at the wall,
      ... leaners at a pitch.

      Oh, brother, on, onto
      Bring water ... Be quick
      All my pennies are tricked,
      My coppers are leaners,
      ‘n they ‘re coming in tall
      We're gonna win it all.
      _________________
      NOTE:  Pitch Penny 

      "There are a whole variety of games which simply involve the throwing of coins or discs at walls or at holes in a bench, chair, wall or box. This game has been going on for time immemorial and its origins are lost in time.

      "The most well know example in England comes from Norfolk and Essex and is called Pitch Penny, Penny Seat, Penny Slot, Tossing the Penny or Penny in the Hole. Essentially pennies are thrown across the room and into a hole carved in the seat of a high-backed settle or wooden bench.

      " ... Pundits needn't be concerned - this just makes it easier to construct your own boards without any worries. Many pub games have been without any official rules for centuries and all the better for it... ..."

      Warwick the Warwick

      by Pat Darnell

      Clean sweep down
      Hibiscuses in ground
      Free plants from Wal-Mart
      Top soil in town

      Pea gravel border
      Plug grass all around

      Spring arrived Warwick
      No luggage to be found

      235 to Woo, Firefly 42
      Torchwood, Doctor WHO
      Marathons at sun down

      cockle burrs all in a row
      what garden variety are those
      Remember ...
      ... big Ball's in Cow Town!

      TEXT-ing Can be Third Party

      You are a cold hearted person / E flat




      You are a cold hearted person
      I deserve better from you
      I’m just asking questions
      Not giving you the third degree

      When did you lose your heart?
      You don’t give a damn how this is affecting me

      Relax -- your sixteen year marriage
      Will be over soon enough
      You must be very excited
      Having a divorce party that night?
      With your friends?

      If you’re going to
      Bitch at me; I‘m not interested

      You disgust me

      You’re not sorry
      I hate your face
      I hate your voice
       ‘n I hate you

      You are sorry
      Your lies are like
      The words in the cards you gave me

      I bet your boy friend is
      Ready for the divorce
      To be final

      Refrain:
      What did I do?
      What are you talking about?
      I’ve been nice to you
      Sorry I’ve hurt you
      (What you said)
      That was nice
      We do have two kids, you know,
      We’ll have to talk sometimes
      Sorry about putting you through
      So much pain

      C-ANonymous\ LDavis
      "I put culture in my mouth, and poison comes out my ass."

      Tuesday, April 6, 2010

      Johnny B Hill

      by Pat Darnell

      Best Sailor E’er to Be

      Johnny B Hill his self
      ‘best sailor on the sea
      Johnny B Hill could sail your skiff
      Backwards does he;
      ... that is ‘in reverse’
      ' best sailor ever-will-be

      Allus' first 'round the course
      ... without paddle on turns
      Rapturous His skills:
      inverted as a straddle a'sterns
      with strong hand on the keel

      Johnny B Hill never had need
      ... no sirr’ee, not at all.
      No clever intervention,
      ... P’shaw ...
      Just wind, sail and a little bit a sea ..
      ... Come ‘e About! He’d shout ...
      With no moment of detention ...
      ... nor stall

      Oh, did I mention ...
      He would back that skiff
      Right alongside your pier
      ‘Tween vessels so stiff
      ‘en with them yardarms all queer

      He's a spraying surf so pretty
      As rooster tails go ...
      Bow-sprits in a half-hitch kitty
      Right on your bull nose.

      'Dems my final words and I'll be stickin' to 'em.
      (Pat Darnell 2010.March)

      Friday, February 19, 2010

      How to measure blood?
      in milliliters, or in gold,
      Suppose
      in kidneys, or cords
      ... of wood
      say in futures of you
      whichever way you turn
      ... none any good.

      Measure blood in
      Spill't blood all over
      from futile Speculation
      of feudalis't mis-action

      Measure blood as children --
      Dot, Charlie, and Maddie,
      Or --
      Is blood fattie
      thick or gritty like sand
      in human hue of hands

      so how do we measure blood
      ... anyway?

      Monday, January 18, 2010

       *SMART ASS ANSWER #2*

      >> A truck driver was driving along on the freeway and noticed a sign that read: Low Bridge Ahead. Before he knows it, the bridge is right in front of him and his truck gets wedged under it. Cars are backed up for miles.
      >> Finally a police car comes up. The cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, 'Got stuck, huh?'
      >> The truck driver says, 'No, I was delivering this bridge and I ran out of gas.'

      Tuesday, January 12, 2010

      Frequent Heartburn

      Variations on Themes
      by Pat Darnell, and, Sho Nuff
      Bryan TX | 01.11.2010

      Frequent heartburn
      ... comes to call
      Every time a spuddin' boy
      ... knocks on this stall

      He sees my collections
      ... of things big and tall
      Then, right then, decides he is in
      ... "Hiddy Mr D; can I see that guitar?"

      You men out there
      ... who got no daughter at all
      Is luckiest men ... by far.

      'Cause then in comes Slasher
      ... right behind is Emo, then Bingo
      Followed by this kid Gungus Din.

      It isn't too purty ... what and all
      "Defy all moral maxims"
      Them boys is durty
      ... this shape youth's in
      Li'l sister introduces them
      ... tall one, Short one,
      And this one here is Slim
      Her brothers all shake their hands
      Her brothers all nice to 'em
      Then Daughter gets nicer yet !

      Frequent heartburn sets in,
      Please don't do me like that
      Frequent heartburn again,
      Betrays what d'em boys is at!

      Yep it 'tis Daddy's
      ... frequent heartburn
      That sets up in his craw'


      And sure 'nuff goes to town
      Daddy's daughters and all
      ... being nice to boys ...
      ... twistin'things all around,
      Makin' Frequent Heartburn climb
      ... right off'n the wall,
      ... so unkind ... Humpty Dumpty it hurts!

      Ohh, it hurts!
      Say it ain't so!
      Anyone have a  TUMS?
      ... eeeerrrruupppp ...
      Oh my God
      It burns... it burns
      That's it ... I'm dyin'...
      Be home by Ten!
      __________________

      BADMEN*
      by Cole Porter, 1916

      [Tenores:]
      A thoro'ly roaring reckless lot in us you see.
      We're everything that you would not desire to be.
      All moral maxims we defy.
      We gamble, swear and guzzle rye.
      We are the pink of impropriety-ety-ety.

      [Basses:]
      Ha-ha! Ho-ho! What very wild oats we sow.
      Ha-ha! Ho-ho! What terrible brutes we are.
      Unheeding possible dangers,
      We plunder innocent strangers.
      Ha-ha! Ho-ho! Ha-ha! Ho-ho! Ha -ha!

      [Tenores and Basses:]
      Badmen, badmen, picturesquely clad men.
      Badmen, badmen, dangerous as madmen.
      Badmen, badmen, the world has seldom had men
      So likely to hurt you,
      So void of all virtue as we.
      The very pink of impropriety are we.

      *The original opening chorus. Manuscript in the Music division of the Library of Congress. Introduced by ensemble. No. 1 in the original sequence. (Kimball, Robert. 1992. pg 42, complete lyrics of cole porter, the)

      __________________

      Younger Sons of Peers*
      by Cole Porter, 1916

      We've a little secret to confess to you.
      what we've been asserting isn't strictly true.
      Don't be disappointed when you hear us say
      That we are late arrivals in the U.S. A.
      Don't be surprised
      When we say we're aristocracy disguised.
      Please believe your ears
      When we tell you we are younger sons of peers
      Sons of houses dated
      From medieval years.
      In Burke you'll find us rated
      As younger sons of peers.
      We're second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh,
      Eigth, nine sons of peerless peers.
      We're younger sons of England's most eminent peers.
      Younger sons of English peers,
      Younger sons of english peers.
      'Three cheers!

      *This number, the Revelation Chorus of Badmen, might have been the second part of the original opening chorus. Manuscript at the Library of Congress. It might have been deleted before the New York opening. No. 2 in the original sequence. (Kimball, Robert. 1992. pg 43, complete lyrics of cole porter, the)

      Long Fingers, by Jayne D'Arcy


      Long fingers
      Tripping
      Over strings of metal

      Weaving music
      From some other
      Plane
      Of existence

      The Holiest of Holies
      Radiates
      From his face

      Shhh
      Listen

      -- Original poem written for Poetry Geist

      Friday, January 8, 2010

      Illustration

      Pan Historia: "What do you do to make yourself write when you just feel like doing nothing?"




      Pat Darnell:  I paint... then live then write then eat then sleep, then live, then write...


      i have faith now in my elderly-ness that the time to write will come around, regardless of self-loathing, or anxiety ... so a computer to write on is my heaven sent 24\7\365 partner.


      My next written word is a horizon to the East
      ... and while I wait for the sun to rise
      feel sand 'tween my toes, snow falls tenderly to the beach
      ... turn myself to live the Seagulls' cries


      :: there, an impromptu 13\9\13\9 verse for you guys... .. Okay?

      Thursday, January 7, 2010

      Lassoing the Hurricane

      by Pat Darnell

      I lassoed a hurricane
      Whose name was arcane
      Not Bob, Lance or Jayne
      Rather every tit, tat and tweedle
      of the Mormon-like Bible people
      it came to pass, ordained.

      And my tender tongue
      dry from salted wheat
      drives me ever up further
      on Aqua d' Puzzo Creek.

      Saturday, January 2, 2010

      The Twelve Days of Wisdom

      by Pat Darnell

      -- "TWELVE T-Mister-Virtual MOHAWK GRENADES..."
      -- one plus ten Mercedes Benz
      -- Ten Commercializing Marketeers ---
      -- Nine 2009 YouTube Magical Parades...
      -- Eight Emotive Rambles, of Votive Ambition ...
      -- Seven Works in Progress ...
      -- Six Slap Bass Jazz-ists ....


      -- Five clever Elves a-Leaping ...


      -- Four girls from Hyndsver ...
      -- Three non-French-made farm implements ...
      -- two Rocket--Men,


      -- and a labile Dan-de-li-on on a breeze ..."