Liquidizing the Assets With a Few Beers

Welly-erps...(hic)... got spare change?

I'm damn broke.

Lost in thought.

Hmmm.

This could be good

or it could be bad....

You're either stuck in the mud

or finally entering The Grand Flow.

Put a light on the subject!

Put a light on the subject!

What do they think I am, magic?

This is just a pile of bullshit.

...

...

...

Ahhhhh.

I know we're practicing living in the now...

but perhaps hiding from tomorrow is

taking it a bit too far?

Marie's motivational guru counseled that if one wanted something

bad enough one could attract it through intense visualization.

Ambitious to the core, the young and spritely professional

spent exhausting days, weeks, months, and years

visualizing her move up the corporate ladder,

often skipping meals in her quest for

a heightened sense of being.

She eventually proved

the prophesy true.

...

Dream the ladder.

See the ladder.

Be the ladder.

Oh, sweet, Marie,

One with the ladder.

Down Beaten and Grubby Street Musician

oof!

Darn sectionals.

I keep losing my meter.

Loss ... . . .  .  .    .   .   .    .    .    .     .     .     .      .      .

WhooHoo!

Smokin' hot friendship rings.

Venus had a devil of a time

convincing her beaus

that she'd turned

vegetarian.

Showdown in the Soaky Corral

Gee, all I did was ask the dude if he was choosin'

pistols or a group hug, and now he's

firing off all these waterworks.

Inspiration

Safely ensconced behind his writing desk,

a thoughtful Peter mustered up his courage

and dove straight into the shadowy pools

of neighboring poverty and decadent despair 

his unwitting world had flooded with

black gold the previous weekend.

No matter where Teddy found himself,

Be it home, party, or sea,

He hummed inside this saying:

Be brave.

Be kind.

Be me.

Riding chaos for Urban Cowboy Kenny...

(sha-BOOM-ah!)

...was a rip-snortin' gallopin' high

until he got enailed as a firestarter

and bucked out of the business arena.

(sha-BOOM-ah!)  

Of course, Lucky d'UCKy (as he now calls himself),

being a hell of an experienced dirt kisser, dusted his breeches,

hopped an even more electric bronco called Satire,

and made a killing rolling the thunder

through underground media.

(sha-dah-BOOM-BOOM-ah!)

Night Poaching

For the unwary entrepreneur, new horizons

has a nasty way of sinking out of view as the sun

traversed low in the sky and dipped downward into a drunken dusk.

A constructive soul, Ned took to swimming late at night,

where he was quick to grab hold of the slight glimmers of brilliance

that illuminated the darkness left behind by the sorry sods 

who knew not the merits of a good sink and swim.

A great one for vacationing in colorful America,

every weekend Brenna donned her sunglasses

to travel the Grand Canyons of her local

mega grocery store.

A good pot of Ma's distinctively zesty chili

unfailingly guaranteed the rapturous pleasure of

personal fireworks for pint-sized pyrotechie Paul.

Probable down tern of events

diving into a sea of possibilities.  

"I have explored the clouds,"

mused The Great Master of Profound Thought,

"but my theories remain intangible mists of conjecture.

What is it that I am missing?

What is it that would make a difference?"

Meanwhile, the eager student, with rain cap in hand,

danced about like a frantic squirrel with a prized nut,

admonishing, protesting, railing in high gear:

"You're gonna get wet!

You're gonna get sogged to the bone!

You're gonna shiver up and die!"

The Great Master of Profound Thought

reached out an absent minded hand,

then paused, stilled.

His fingers drifted awkwardly in vacant space

one moment... two... three... 

and then a smile crinkled.

The arm repurposed forward and soon proffered cap

was firmly grasped and smoothed carefully down, over,

and around the now noticeably icy pate.

Warmth ensued.

Air thickened.

Mist condensed. 

Clouds shifted and rain pelted down.

"Ahhh," nodded The Great Master.

"The downpour begins.

Substance at last."

Andrew's secret to light-flying into a difficult future

was to imagine all obstacles as pieces of candy:

fascinating to unwrap, delicious to eat,

and, when needed, amusing to excrete.

Insomniac's Dream

Wish I could make a living

off all this moon juggling.

(munch)

Mmmmmm!

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M

m..m

mmmm

mmmmmm..m

m....mmmmmmm..m

mmmmmmmmmm...m...mmm

m.......mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...........m!

Bennie figured if he concentrated

long enough on the window into Judy's soul

she would eventually see

his devoted heart.

The Naming

Oh, Great Onion of the Shifting Sands,

just as you suggested

I have traveled far and wide,

explored many levels of thinking,

pealed the tarnished and bruised layers of

self awareness to reveal hidden terraces of more.

I have meditated.

I have looked within.

I have hunkered down deep.

But now I am so confused.

In here, inside this body that should be

a simplified and more svelte me,

I am finding layers that go on endlessly,

abstract forms which are difficult to grasp,

 and fields of thoughtful sorrow much broader in scope

than ever I had imagined before.

Oh, Great One, I am finding I am not an onion after all.

 I am a veritable ballroom of tearful chance.

Then dance, Little Wet One, dance.

What are Little Girls Made of?

Girls are made of hugs and kisses,

puppy smell misses,

plans and places,

strategic new races,

teapots and towels,

opinionated scowls,

ropes and swords,

high flying lords,

leanings and learnings,

green monster turnings,

will nots and won't dos,

magnificent boo hoos,

silence in dreaming,

and chatterbox streaming.

Those are a few things

that little girls are made of.

Art's signature soft-sing

helped him ping-shoot

over troubled waters,

leaving behind an aura

of atmospheric tranquility.

Venus at rest

was more seductive

than Venus on the fly.

Paul pulled at the wheat grass of the field

with an eager ear to the song of change.

A Parting of the Ways

I just made a clean split from my ex, Barnacle Benny.

You saw how he was always getting on my back,

wanting me to clean this, straighten that. 

Last month I had had enough!

With one definitive shrug of my shoulders

I was able to shed my whole shell, him included.

Now I'm ready to start life anew,

and you won't believe it,

but I think I've grown from the experience.

Outer/Inner Strengths

You there, big galootish dreamer,

when it comes to beating the odds,

I bet I'm stronger and more agile than you!

What chatter is this, my hard-backed fishy friend?

You know it's a crabby attitude that builds the tough shell

that withstands the ebb and flow of the tide.

Ha! You scrabbler of rocks and fighter of waves,

yes, you do fight a valiant tussle with foam and grit,

and I admire your tenacity.

Me, I must content myself to frolic in the beauty of flow

and upon occasion, sink into profound tranquility.

Making scents with another.