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American Idle

I was watching American Idol tonight, wondering how Scotty and Stefano were still there.  I’m stuck between karaoke and a one trick pony.  As Scotty wrapped up, I asked my friend if he’d just throw some dirt on me since I’d been waiting to die during the whole performance.  Unfortunately, he declined though I stated he could put a few daisies on top so loved ones could find me to pay their respects.   After a few ok performances, I’d almost changed my mind regarding my demise, but then Stefano walked on stage… this led to five minutes of emphatic  begging for him to not crush the flowers when he placed the tombstone on my grave.  


I really miss Simon, because the current judges are full of shit.  They’re like an Oprah giveaway episode and everyone that performs “was a concert and You were a concert and we were at your concert and you get a car!”  I disagree.  I’ve had the same two people picked out for my bottom two and magically week after week they’re still there, like a recurring nightmare.   Ahhhh!  I shouldn’t be surprised because they didn’t name it “Country Strong” for nothing— a country advocate  is a die-hard fan.  Scotty McCreery will leave when the bible leaves the belt, ha- yeah right!  Mr. Langone is a reflection of the new pop nation.  America likes chipmunks and cookie cutter, his nasal tones solidify his place in this stand still.  He’ll go on to make millions, be a heart-throb, and make love to auto tune.

And me…. I’m just sitting here muse sick.

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Looney Tune

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500 Days of Wale

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The Rainy Day Musings:

        The Ride Home


I miss my grandmother

She made homemade biscuits cut from a mason jar

I make Pillsbury


Hip Hop Hooray. Hooo. Hey!

My socks were scrunched, Bugs Bunny‘s pants sagged on my t-shirt

We weren’t naughty by nature, but in the streets we played next to broken bottles

…and homes


3 o’clock traffic

square windows

so many lives


On the radio, Cee-Lo crooned “Fuck You

She urged the light to stay green

but this isn’t about urgency, but patience

because I secretly agreed, it was a long light


It was a 5 car pile up

one of the cars was brand new

fresh off the adjacent lot

He shoulda been a gambler

Driven with Lady Luck


The accident was horrific

but I guess you can’t plan some things

like the policemen’s blinking lights

but someone flipped the switch


People at bus stops

remind me of fallen leaves

forgotten until someone or something picks them up


I avoided eye contact with the homeless man

I had food and shelter

He had petty cash


Sign said Sunshine Laundromat

It was empty inside

Guess they don’t watch the weather channel


When your hands are cold

You can always count on the back of your thighs

to warm them

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Morning Sex

has soft hands

sighs its moans

in unclenches

and releases

comes home.

isn’t loud

doesn’t seduce

just quiet

and steady

loving you.

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