I’ve got blisters on my torso

I love to see you happy
It inspires me
like a man sitting at his sewing machine
making hats
for people he loves

you are so cute
you are so cute he says
over and over
like the stitches
bonding the multicolored fabrics together

asking for nothing but love

this simple request
ties up the most slippery of pigs
into a knot they forgot to enjoy

I claim my awareness
I claim my rights to be
I claim my ability
to see the deer out the window
without looking
I claim this new year
as if it never got old
I claim my sadness
I claim my joy
I claim my indifference
and let that part go!

when I looked in your eyes
wearing the hat I made for you
everything changed
into what I wanted it to

so sad
I have been
while waiting for me to arrive
to where we have never leaft

Large geese fly from north to south
looking for there mate
Honking loudly
so lonely
it makes me cry

Horse spirits from the past
haunt me still
and wisper the goodness
into my soul ear
without stuttering

dog stays steady
knowing he will die


Gods maiden name is ART

Pounding this state of anxiety

into submission

like an unruly horse

laying its ears back

at its food source


unable to make the connection

to the love moment

for lack of work


Dusty trust

  dictionaries rotting

     in the closet

              of cyberspace


words no longer valued

     just abreviated

       to speed up time


Crippled genious

in a world

void of art


shivering artists

stuck in the corner

of blasphemic lies


the pattern

woven in the cloth

of life


Is those with most love

will loose

to take

is not of the nature

of the lover


the footsteps of the nation

have lost compassion

stepping on

what might set you free

crushing the seeds of the plants

meant to sustain

the original fruit

picked off the tree


Adam and eve

never went to therapy

for thier original guilt complex


Who doesn’t want an apple?


when thirsty

you drink

when hungry

you eat


The bible needs to go to therapy

to catch up with the modern way of thinking


I’m not ashamed to naked

around other homosapiens


what is this shame occured

with “original” sin

what a crock

of patriarcal controle

on the nation


Did god really say

don’t eat an apple?


metafore for what?


don’t be free

so I can controle your behavior

from outer space?




christians are savages

savages are human

I am me

you are you

What do you want to identify yourself with?


can you remember

before this polutant

entered your being?


free child seeing

and calling a flower a flower

a tree a tree

love love


when recognized

it need no judgement

it was the word

you never spoke

just felt


How big is your church?

did you need the new addition

to glorify god?

the money you spent

could have fed many who are hungry


Let’s meet in the prarie

void of a roof

but the sky

birds fly by

and remind

we are but one of gods creatures.

silence is not golden unless it comes from your lips

I wish your vagina

could tell me a soothing story

about my childhood

with no  references

to salt or fish

just flowers and light

who was it made the vagina

a bad place to be?

and how do we work this out?

The vagina works hard to emulate heaven

But first one must admit

   that it’s beauty

           full of blood

               does no wrong

                        has no sin

                                or past

                                      or future

It is the Sea men

smell like fish

and point the finger at the flower

as if they can not smell   

      It’s essence

             before they entered the room

She smelled like rose pettals

that cared not if smelt

or touched or felt

I am Vagina

hear me wisper

My healthy vagina

needs no excuses

and does not need to be excused from this table

or any other

This god created vagina

is not christian   or muslim  or jew or indian

I am vagina

born with no excuses

Bueatiful birthgiver

of the homosapien race

Proud and strong


shed no tears

while crying daily

Back up Sea Men

and look at what

You have been missing

     While dreaming of mermaids

                  And Spanking monkies

Rev up your motorcycle

Mount it

feel the rattle and humm

of the next closest thing

to honoring a woman

My Horse has Vagina

as well as squirrel

as well as my mother

brought me into this world

Not pussy or Cunt

Clit Slit or Clamb


here I am

Not Cooter, Not CRevice

Snatch or the Patch

To the beautiful

Vagina I’m trying to lift

from the shame

and derision

she was not born with

Filled with hair

and juices and blood

from all time


You think it a riddle

I see as a rhyme

Comfort blankets

the hill wont be climbed

the offer of Love

and feeling sublime


My mind in a pasture


No women around


I saw a Vagina



like a Cloud.

the sweet by and by

I saw a bicicle pop its tire close to the curb of my integrity

when I reached down to help, it started to rain cats and dogs

I felt a screaming cat coming toward my head and smiled for my future

remembering this fantastic life I hate to not love

If you think cats do not smile, I beg to differ

they also shit piss and tear up my furniture

they will steal your girlfriend from underneath you

what else do you think they might do

hey kitty kitty, hey poo poo

the love they get is meant for you

takin my kitty, bringin her to school

this little kitty needs to learn the rules

you can run around , fuss and fight

wake me up in the middle of the night

piss on the rug, knock over the light

but you cant take over the love of my life

Stacy & Amanda’s Barnstro 2012 Prewinter Suarre’

Stacy & Amanda’s

Barnstro 2012

Prewinter Suarre’

I feel at home here

Though it’s not my home

has something to do with

The particlulates

in the air

The hair documents

Stuck in the chair

From previous attempts

at Being fair

The cleanest place

I’ve ever been is a Spokane Indians home

Never Vacuumcleaned

1/2 inch of dirt on the floor

Dirt gives Back

Then gives more

The dirtiest place

I had to smell

Fabreze & perfume

on The Shelf

Boob Jobs & facelifts

Told what they felt

The filthiest place

I ever felt

Friendship &

Like a Blanket

you see

I like a Blanket

with holes

So I can feel The Breeze

Tator tot casserole

& The cocks that Tease

I’ll take my amount

if you please

It’s hard to live

on the stars above

hard to live on

homo sapien Love

Traded in my wheelchair

for a crutch

Traded in my crutch

for a truck with a clutch

Traded in that truck

for a 5 cent & dime

Sellin kids candy

all of the time

I got to The Middle

Backed up a step

Rearranging the cards

I’m dealt

don’t wanna win

Just wanna Be felt

heard touched

preened & smelt

When The Earth Sends a Message

When The Earth Sends a Message

How small you are

Playin golf at the country club

or Drinkin at the Bar

Shoppin at the Mall

Tryin to be a star

Then the Earth sends a message

about who you are

The Child inside wakes up again

Just want a sandwich

& a reliable friend

Nothin fancy in time

Do I depent

When the Earth sends a message

all over again

It’s the same little message

Bout 3 words long

Love thy Neighbor

Love their song

Listen to the music

When She Kicks in

Never Say Never

as the day is long

Never miss the water

Till the well runs dry

Forget about the Stars

Shine in The Sky

Lettin that Love

Pass on By

Till The Earth sends a

message you Best abide

Patient as a rock

Honest as a tree

Can’t Love you

If you don’t love me

Gifted With 2 of Those eyes

To See

Tellin me The truth

Since I came to Be

But my Ears got Clogged

with the wax & wain

Trouble in The Bubble

of my own refrain

Till The Earth sent a messaged

Better Listen again

Talkin all the time

Never say what you mean

was given This mouth

full of revelry

usin’ it to cheat

usin’ it to steal

usin’ it to make

your next deal

Till The Earth sends a message

you got to feel. . . . .

When cold & wet

It all Becomes real. . . .

People all cryin

No place to stay

Sittin on Their couch

Just yesterday

Don’t mean to preach

Don’t mean to Pout

But there’s somethin in

The message

will get out.

with or without you

The Beat goes on

Till the Drum Skin Breaks

~ don’t have a song

So you’ve got yours

I’ve got mine

put it all together

everything’s fine

Like the loaves & fishes

multiplyin. . . . .

There’s plenty for all

on her Big round Back!

Some with a Little

Some with a stack!

Come topplin down

We’re all on The Rack!

Push too hard

She won’t come Back!

No more messages

From her you hear

No mouth. No eyes.

No hands.

No Ears.

The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth

The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth

As the dog

can steal a thought

or a chicken

chase you down

or a horse Break your heart

As the Immune systems

of The poor Blind

Eating the garbage

of the rich

Cockroaches of the future

File Their Toenails

With care & focus

Leaving the toejam

& dirt where it belongs

No pedicures for the poor

as they prepare

For the future world

They will inherit

As snake venom

introduced in small


Will not Kill But make strong

~Jim Griffin