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Sent in by Raccoonoiterer Jim Billings

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KD cat romps with Hekkers-donated
lambs-wool feather duster
It is a perfect companion for her
she runs to it and wrestles...

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Parking lot Congregational Church co-existors

The new and the dinosaur old, side by side.

play
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjNX_gayY1E

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A Gaudy Butterfly Laid Me

On a milkweed leaf she laid me

with no great hope of my success,

for I was just one of a hundred eggs

she deposited,

flitting, pausing, flitting, pausing,

my mother's abdomen arching

each time and putting us down;

we pinheads were merely something

that made her feel good

or the result of an act that did;

or not even that;

I don't know and will never know.

I ate my full engorgement of clean furrows

in the white-juiced leaves until I grew

to a fat temptation for predators

that eat the likes of me,

but the numbers had it

that I was one of the few who survived,

never got picked off in the hard

mandibles of life.

No,

my disappointment was different;

I spun my waxy cocoon

according to pattern

and then, alas, instead of the transformation,

the metanoia,

I had my beauty taken from me

and my capsule gradually

turned black,

and as I lay dying inside,

rotting into a fetid inkiness,

a monarch's striving nature

nonetheless living still,

my little strength merged to

poke a pinhole in the bottom

of my enbindment, and by dint

of waning force I dripped this

message onto the leaf below,

and that is how you come

to read a distillation of all

I was ever to become,

 a quotation, nothing more, but by a higher power than I:

What we have to be

Is what we are - Thomas Merton

                                  [David Dix 7/06]

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Morticulture

Gourd vines unfurl on the trellis

So fast now that a pulse is nearly felt

at the growth tips

Little buds that will be flowers

emerge from nothing

Up the wire mesh go the vines

a rung or two at a time

and the tendrils wave

and writhe in air

seeking purchase

Wire to bend

Finding something to grab onto

they kink up

in tight spirals

like octopus tentacles

Twelve plants started from seed

in my south window sill indoors

fragile they were and now

They have enough

collective force to produce

a bin of future horns, rattles

bowls and dippers

or to make good on a sci-fi

nightmare

and do me in

I will not turn my back on them

At night through the open

bedroom window I hear them

growing

muscling their way toward me

I could have stopped them once

but now they have

harnessed the sun

and they want to grow

all over me

I have to make a run past

this trellis in the morning

when I go to work

They might snatch an arm or pantleg

but I close the door on

the offending tentacles

and back down the drive

a struggle between an auto

engine and photosynthesis

So far the car always wins

and the tendril ends whimper

when their connexions to the mother vine

break

and come bungeeing back

at the windshield

Neighbor's pets

have begun to disappear

 The vines have a way

of beckoning innocently

like a benign cobra

You have to stare at them

and  you want

to move in for a closer look

because you are curious

aren't you?

Don't

[ãDavid Zep Dix 2001]

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Fountains of youth

Many have asked
what keeps me so young
 I usually give mute and
wan answers as the mystic some
people take me to be.

However due to the lateness
of the hour it is only right
that I give gradually
some of the secrets:

Dad's for one thing;

and another -

Scrawny neck cosmetic obscurance

Ref:

I Hate Your Scrawny Neck

Your neck skin is fitted so tight to all the cords

and bones inside that when you swallow

animation is given to all those interior parts

I have absolutely no interest in seeing;

your head perches atop your golf tee neck

and swivels so anxiously left and right

twisting all those cords and should-be invisibles

you look like a perpetual motion

twist-left, twist-right lab display!

You look like an ostrich:

your lips

protrude flatly out  in front of you

like a bill, and when you talk,

I hear a clacking sound, any words are lost!

I wouldn't have noticed all this ugliness

had it not been for your constant stoking

of your mouth, hiddenly, I'll give you that,

with fresh pieces of chewing gum.

The movement, the cnutch- cnutching

draws attention to your big head

and your scrawny neck.

I also don't like the speed with which

you chew, like a jackal trying to consume

something before it's snatched away

Because of this, you are very very ugly

but if you could get along without the gum

I wouldn't notice you,

you'd be just another unfortunate pop-eyed

Guppie face in a crowd

Get some fat on your neck,

will you please?

If you're going to chew that gum

day in and day out, I'd consider

It a favor if you'd make it so

I wouldn't have to watch your

peristalsis swallowing wave

moving gum juice down your

shrunk-wrapped throat!

This is my thing about you.

[Zep 1-4-00]