Black Wing-tips , A Parody about the NFL’s Top Brass I’ve got a dance, I ain’t got no steps, no I’m gonna let the music move me around I’ve got a dance, I ain’t got no steps I’m gonna let the music move me around  — Billy Preston, 'Will it go 'Round in Circles' One key to winning in football…

The Gray Mandates Recently, a scholarly article in a legal journal caught my attention. The article's author, a prominent globalist, hypothesized that all mandates having a scientific premise were universally applicable. …

On the Low Road with a Yogi Thoughts of proximity and thoughts of distance Like Ying and Yang, in an icy sense Accost me, here, beneath my blanket. In my pine-cone candle frosted with snow Alas, the flame is barely aglow! Frenzied twists stopped long ago; But why? I had to know! To my mistress of fancy, wise Yogi thus speaks: “Carnal thoughts fan the flame But carnal deeds extinguish it. Look as well as listen, my dear!

Popcorn and Pretzels I wanna cock-a-doodle-doo All over you And butter the kernels We germinate and pop Lustily Explosively Spontaneously. I wanna wrap my body around yours And salt every pretzel we make In sheets In ovens In foundries. I wanna eat oodles of noodles with you Make alphabet soup and spell … together, forever and always!

Today, I want to express my gratitude to the globalists for coining the phrase "white nationalist" several years back. It doesn’t matter why they coined it, how it was incubated, and how for many years, its been a regular tossed salad fixing along with other goodies like "white supremacist", "right…

While Tripping with Alice on Alphabet Verse The day’s toil and labor supplies nothing for tomorrow And the frugal mind has no time To do-si-do with verse. I’m sorry we must part at X But Xerxes I’ll remember And if not all his weaponry Than yours and Malcolm X’s. Thank you Alice for the chat All the spittle, all the splat I wish i had more time For your specific rhyme. I will honor the white man’s past I will honor that of the slave I will honor that which is good That begins with honest sweat.

(A Shoddy Tale About Beans and Mamma’s Dear Boy) Jack S. is looking for a room and will pay twice more than what I'm asking for. Twenty-something Jack has the beans I need A prize smile too I might add. I have just the room for him sun kissed daily To…

Tantric Departure (a tandem Haiku poem*) The ocean heaving Mistress of the night leaking Soft, silvery light It’s blowing, snowing I hear him knock at the door The fires are glowing Hi tide and low tide For all time, a see saw ride The ocean is he At the door he stands I, in garments sent ahead Chosen by his hands. She at eventide tosses her nightie aside Insatiable moon At the pelvic gate I, the force of his plough take Rocking it slowly.

A Limerick Stick Wisdom as plain as can be Has nothing to do with me When choosing a course I trust in my horse Whose knowledge comes easily