Little did anyone know
the saint sprouting horns
had a Virgin M dildo
as her ballet partner
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Little did anyone know
the saint sprouting horns
had a Virgin M dildo
as her ballet partner
flying away on that Huffy bicycle
up the elm
to the top of the mountain
so far from any Ohio
up the career ladder
with the flesh remaining
a foreign shore
tell no one
your land was a body of secrets

treehouse
studio
loft
private chapel
letters and numerals
along with unexpressed dreams
Running out of baby’s first names for hurricanes and tropical storms has me wondering.
Can we turn to corporate behemoths, you know, for naming rights, like sports stadiums do?
Hurricane Amazon would be a natural. Or Geico, reminding folks of the need of home insurance. Victoria’ Secret Hurricane could be hot. You get the drift.
And let’s think about all the good uses we could put the money to, starting with relief for impoverished folks in those storms’ paths.
So how ’bout it?
What corporations would you nominate as the most amusing or fitting for the storms?
~*~

goof
proof
poof!
dandelion
dragons
footprints
following after
FOGGY
FUDDY
FROGGY
FREDDY
Once upon a time I thought I would have children with the woman of my dreams who would grow old with me.
Once upon a time I would have had a Rolls Royce or at least a Mercedes.
Once upon a time I would have lived in a city where I could ride subways
and subscribe to the opera.
Once upon a time I would have never believed in dragons.