Six-legged Yoga

Imagine an insect
the kind you abhor
practicing six-legged
yoga up on your door

When opens your door
there reveals a puppy
legged with peds of four
propped up right steady

As --

Copernicus separates
Earth from the Sun
All life-forms begun ...
... go on as before.


Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Sodomy, Bigotry

Sodomy, bigotry
my lands such things
into the 21st I go
someone let me know

aren't those deadly?
idolatry, polygamy
insufficiency
-- did I miss one

did you witness?
can you see the mess
will you do this
nothing eases up at all

seven of seventy
ways to fuck up
and screw the pooch
-- what did I do?

that game of games
is too much for me
same with you?
-- can we agree

I enter to leave
I capture to free
I seize to release
-- you, do what you please

no heavy loaded words
just nouns turned verbs
missiles in silos
shit oozing 'tween my toes

Bigotry, sodomy
where will you go?
out with the polit-bureau?
last chance to know.

Copyright © 2010 Patrick Darnell

Poem a Day on a Sleepless Night

by Pat Darnell for Cage Potatos Everywhere



I was conceived in the backseat
cup holder of an S.U.V. [Es Yoo Vee]
Going up US Interstate Highway ...
... one hundred and forty-three

Lord I was born an armchair man
Lord I was born an armchair athlete ...
Trying to escape a living
Doin' the best I can in retreat ....

When it's time for leavin'
I hope you understand
I eat peaches and then I eat the can.
Lord, I'm no ramblin' man.

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Kitty is Full

Bob-tailed kitty
has a taste for bird
she climbs 'top the wood pile
out by the shed
she sniffs a bit
plops down and closes her eyes

She finds a board
to scratch on
rolls onto her back
stretches her legs out
shakes her head

A new flying cardinal
lands on a shrub
hops to the slider bench
kitty only looks, yawns,
and licks her chest...
Kitty must be full

Kitty, she acts very cute
always at safe distance
that is, how she goes,
She likes better
sounds from women,
Men scare her away.



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Great Lonely

by Pat Darnell

On a runway lonely
Songwriter croons
crafts a tune
out of refrain

Evidence is in a tablet of stone
a very large and heavy
block of stone, a terrain
in hopes to be emancipated

Lady gained his heart
but forfeited her soul
she had to be at his side --
-- what was, she unanticipated

What, anyway, was the point?
her love could have levitated
a mountain, and its valley,
but there are only
so many fertile valleys

Then Song-man wrote,
wrote it all down,
but the tale became fragments,
restrained fragments of stone.




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