Saturday, February 29, 2020

Drinking Safely While Drunk

Drunkard's Advice
Of hell's damned bells, or of heavenly shells,
puff one enough, you'll see how it sells!
Drink not till you're skunk drunk,
nor even just thunk drunk,
'cause it tells, man, it tells.


Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Numbering Things

Damned Lies!
Every cat has nine lies:
eight for sapient, simple sighs, seven for what sapient signifies,
six for one, a half dozen, the other, then up pops four,
then three and two, then only one more.
What about five? Oh, didn't I tell you that every cat lies?


Sunday, February 23, 2020

No Way Out?

Tail Wags Dog
Extra Pound
had a hound
dog that died.
Yeah, I lied.
With a bound did that dog hound escape from the mound ground, I found.

Every dog goes to heaven, but every cat has nine lies . . .


Friday, February 21, 2020

Man of La Manchu

Extra Pound's Canto
To dream the compossible dream,
to fight the unfeatable meme,
to bare an unbearable furlough,
to run from where brave stop-and-go.
This is my jest, my funny furlough, the meme that I scream out wherever I dream.

This canto is dedicated to Fu, the Man of La Manchu! I don't know the date, say pre-16th century? Or does the time even matter? Like Don Quixote, Fu is merely a literary character. He may even belong in Meinong's Jungle, for he's as irrational as the Don.


Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Strange Findings

What Gives?
Alongside that wall hangs a frigging big screen
that hides in plain sight what remains to be seen.
Or screenery lean: bein' mean in between.

Wordplay. Soundings. Listening for links. Linking forwards, linking for words.


Tuesday, February 18, 2020


Extra Who?
Extra once forgot his name,
much to his outrageous shame;
he'd had it,
then hadn't it,
and could find no one else but his self to blame.

At least, he could blame his self, rather than himself.


Monday, February 17, 2020


Extra Pound kept extra watch
against the powerful sasquatch,
but Extra was a cowherd,
I mean, he was a coward,
and lucky was that old sasquatch was quatch!


Sunday, February 16, 2020

Off On a Drunk?

On a Drunk
Extra tried hard to remember
those good times way back in September
when he was a drunkard
employed as a shepherd,
but he could not even remember: October, November, December . . .

Bad memory of good times . . .


Friday, February 14, 2020

Extra! Extra! Read All About It!

Extra No More
Extra Pound loses it,
that extra pound of sh*t,
and thus must change
not just his names,
but all his famous fortune, every bit.


Thursday, February 13, 2020

A Cat Pounce

Extra Pounce
When if becomes then
and then becomes when,
cause and effect
then disaffect
when if becomes then and then becomes when.

Extra Pound's sounds sound so resoundingly around . . . and these words are lit-crit, not poetique.


Tuesday, February 11, 2020

This is the Post Title

Extra Pounds
Extra pounded on the door
until his fist was blue and sore:
pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound,
pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound,
and at last, from pounding on the door, Extra's fist was blue and sore.

Is this tedious for you? Well, just think of me! I have to do this every day.


Monday, February 10, 2020

Weber's Iron Cage of Reason

Irony Cage
No better than a glass house
is a cage built for a frat mouse,
'cause the smaller stones still enter,
and the iron bars get benter
from the prying eyes of early morn to rouse!

That'll serve well-enough in a story that otherwise provides context for understanding the meaning . . .


Sunday, February 09, 2020


Extra Pound had a very noisy surname,
and for that must we find someone to blame:
someone who's added to the charge an extra surcharge,
some whosoever's like a criminal at large,
but bears a heavy title with her name, oh, let's say "Dame."

Oh Dame-it all!


Thursday, February 06, 2020

Infernal Tastes

Powers that Be
Extra Pound had some interest in Zen,
for it sounded a little like sin,
which he gladly embraced
-- he had cardinal tastes! --
and invited the devil right in.

Extra Pound had a familial interest in Eastern thought.


Wednesday, February 05, 2020

Dumb-Ass Logic

Theology 101: Nominalism
"Could God," asked Kitt Cat of her Rat Fink chum,
"make a stone more massive than a sugar plum
if that sugared fruit weighed of infinite mass?"
Said Rat Fink to her, "Would you just kiss my ass?"
Said Kitt Cat, "I'll pass. Buss your own sugar-plum bum."

But what would Extra Pound think?


Tuesday, February 04, 2020

Number Expressly So

Free Expression
He took his stand on sinking ground
and stood that quicksand stance around
the whenabouts
of thenabouts
and made his way and had his say, both each and every sound.


Sunday, February 02, 2020

Homo mortalis

Extra Pound's Some-Day Demise
That infamous man called Extra Pound
eventually will come around,
like every one who came before,
to exit through the vagrant's door,
leaving behind an earthy mound that slowly sinks to level ground.