tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441512024-03-12T21:03:34.836-07:00little fish, big pond"We're not the jet set, we're the old Chevrolet set"
-George JonesLarryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-65034758569712032052014-07-14T21:43:00.001-07:002014-07-14T21:43:45.689-07:00On the prairieAloft crested peaks that gently slope into her crossed legs, a bespectacled Grant Wood impersonating Oliver Wendell Douglas catcalls at Zsa Zsa Gabor pitching hay in the buff.
Say hello to city living as he drags her away from the lie of the land, full of rolling plains mainly dry of rain but green still. For across the lost horizon lined with ripened fruit stands erect their lone ribbed Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-40898017379557577372014-06-15T13:19:00.002-07:002014-06-15T13:19:58.701-07:00VirginsTogether,
photographically seamed
without a stitch
a long distance copy
Adam and Eve
sans apple, only serpents
but in the basement
or bedroom
rather than garden
exposing
John and Yoko
to reveal digitized
pillow talk
between white sheets
of elevator music
an album recording
their naked passion
even if imagined
through pictures
in lieu of
making love.
Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-35707154595126661942014-06-12T00:55:00.000-07:002014-06-15T13:14:52.029-07:00SteerageLying back relaxed,
her brown pupils
ever so Cindy Sherman
gaze off,
a worm's eye view
in black and white.
Through the glass
tapered shadows
architecturally proportionate
disguise traditional ground
from silhouetted figure
Ellsworth Kelly, of course,
disapproves. But who cares?
Certainly not our displaced heroine
modeling nude for Alfred Stieglitz
early on in the Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-18290492092337702322014-03-18T15:44:00.000-07:002014-03-18T15:44:13.917-07:00InamorataUnder the red light she waves unhurriedly, demure of any gesticulation before languishing sideways onto the reddened divan. An innocent act, for sure, meant to comport vulnerability akin to something kawaii but the lonely dragster revving his engine at the intersection, refuses to peel off.Or maybe not, for how often does an unclothed Olympia gaze upon you from her Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-12450033177471470722014-02-26T20:30:00.002-08:002014-03-20T05:51:21.430-07:00Somewhere near AlburquerqueConjoined mounds, a doppelgänger of its displaced mistress, sits upon the land enchanted, cooing.
So who does she mean to woo remains lost in geodesic thought about how love is metaphysical gravity and naturally wanders right past the white picket fence gate at first before retracing his steps, straining to listen. Her voice, though a thousand miles away, can be heard Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-74420972446179574952014-01-16T22:14:00.000-08:002014-01-16T22:14:41.883-08:00Rectangular notesThe lesson of a rectangle is harsh. Geometrically speaking, its sharpness, though crisp, reveals truth. So to alleviate the pain, add fringes to both ends.
Any imagined hierarchy still hurts to swallow, though.Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-31113690742537244492014-01-16T22:13:00.000-08:002014-01-16T22:13:39.472-08:00RendezvousUp north
down the block
martinis
neatly shaken
with lychee,
jalapeño
and soju
to order
fresh saudade
sautéed
atop scallioned
omelet
no yukhoe
tonight
maybe
too raw
waiting on
Helen and Mark
later than sooner
on the half shell
bluepoints, malpeques,
kumamotos
around the corner
from Maatsumoto
deaf father and son
look for
white Doric columns
red hand-railing
three-story grey stone
the Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-50267627065890038292014-01-07T00:04:00.000-08:002014-01-07T00:08:14.607-08:00Upstairs, downstairsCloistered
in her bedroom
on the second floor,
Grandmother
now ninety-six years old
watches
WGN-TV News
in the dark
to save electricity
while
in the apartment
below
the thin
Disney themed quilt
barely blankets
their nakedness
as he ensconces
her warm body
from behind,
cuddling
arms, legs
skin
Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-76674284876294108642014-01-02T00:54:00.000-08:002014-01-05T19:32:20.765-08:00Posing Faceless,
nude
lithe and tawny
Neruda said
shame
she is
jigsawed,
detached legs
sometimes arms
growing many newer
prismatic limbs,
either glorified hosiery
collaged
as repurposed Barbie
or even Kali
transporting
piggybacked head shots
parading across pages
or montaged torso
her lower body
arched and kneeling
waist down morphed
four ways
mutated Doctor Dolittle species
silver haunches
Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-62800470344499312112014-01-01T02:30:00.001-08:002014-01-02T00:32:30.000-08:00Going homeLast night a breath shared
and lips partially parted
warming the cockles
as the music lulled past midnight
in a castle nearly forgotten,
caught off guard
those early to bed
A dangerous liaison?
Who expected
Not I
You belonged to an ideal,
a romanticism
huddled beneath
the forlorn disco ball,
tequila, and lukewarm
cans of Squirt
No wonder saints
deigned to rendezvous
anew resuscitated
Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-21590222345918373522014-01-01T02:23:00.002-08:002014-01-02T07:08:19.989-08:00A short affairOut of sight
so quickly
Some other time
soon for sure
lying in wait
No picture
in anticipation
to appease
the absence-
No, wait-
the emptiness
close up
so far
and few between
Unhappy
about who
you are
too beautiful
Adorned
naked to the eye
on glossy paper
Let me see
Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-88692021070729588502013-10-04T11:44:00.001-07:002014-01-02T07:04:43.474-08:00Notes on trackDiscrete forms doodled on the margins in convoluted geometry oddly become interlaced overlapping pop cultural tessellations. Not quite fooling the eye but visually comforting in its lazier simplifications which function then to duplicate childhood Hot Wheels plastic tongue-and-groove track that in thirty inch length strips made for utile makeshift pirate scarabs.
The Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-3077125511012821702013-09-19T20:13:00.000-07:002014-01-02T07:08:33.788-08:00DAMN BBQ! You Scary! (from howispentmyperdiem.com) In the country of Texas as is required, the two Jasons and his Lar embark upon our mission from God in search of barbequed swine… because not doing so would automatically revoke our American citizenship which applies even for a resident Canuck like Dunda. Luckily and per the father of Pun Intended alumna Ali Landers, said three amigos via Skobbler arrived in the Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-84026428832379340872013-07-15T22:03:00.000-07:002014-01-02T07:06:24.847-08:00Serving manBookend sentinel,
lost in space
you come hither
but in peace
offering soylent green
blue faced, rose-colored
spectacles wearing white
polyester bell bottoms stretched
over long greenly laced legs
of interwoven veined spirographs,
supernovae radiantly out-of-control
to eat me alive.
So an aperitif first,
ultramarine liquid, blurring faculty,
cleansing palate, warpingLarryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-63482529116864597212013-07-14T09:45:00.000-07:002014-01-02T07:06:35.379-08:00Of the birds and the beesGravy spills while the beans on the grill begin to burn.
"Surely you joust," retorted the not-so-famous thirteenth century Greek philosopher when pressed for his secret ingredients during the ad hoc bra mitzvah under the Manhattan Bridge.
Yet wearing a codpiece outside your pants is so medieval, all in attendance concur. So why did the plastic chicken cross the country road? Any Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-89643916091530079402013-06-21T16:31:00.001-07:002014-01-19T09:05:45.121-08:00(Another) CutDaddy, the amateur knife thrower, needs a new pair of shoes
and so blindfolded, rears back his left arm, taking aim at her stripped body rotating crazily between seven to eight revolutions per minute on the life-sized roulette wheel in concert for the contestant playing along at home on the phone.
Their prize if he pins the tail on the proverbial donkey on his first try will be that Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-85337116449437544262013-06-16T20:01:00.001-07:002014-01-02T07:06:59.336-08:00Fashion by designIn the waning hours of haute couture, an empty nest cantilevered above a stony lintel begs for amnesty when she retreats, red-breasted just after night falls.
Shadows pretending to be silhouettes haggle market price in antebellum terms, but all for naught as no sale, not even for the trunkful passing by Joseph Cornell jettisoned and preserved through the looking-glass.
Barefoot, our Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-26082604385979197492013-03-25T21:46:00.001-07:002013-06-22T07:15:02.552-07:00Redemption out of nowhereIt gnawed through the inner casing like strawberry flavored Twizzlers, exposing raw, hot wire.Instinct said to let it go as nothing good ever comes from live electricity except an obvious painful jolt. So homilies aside, imagine the shock or lack thereof when the expected fireworks never materialized. Save for a last minute reminder as a courtesy out of curiosity or maybe in spite really to Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-59977351638773702592013-03-16T23:33:00.001-07:002013-03-23T22:24:59.418-07:00Notes from booze and bacon
A bad see-through pun loops while suspended in the corner on a black arm adjacent a few onlookers slowly peering at the commotion two so-called chefs pretend to stir up. No one can really hear what both are jabbering about since the porcine tributes hung in salon style on surrounding walls deflect and scatter their empty banter before it could gain any momentum.
Yesterday permitted to roam Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-22532078994485291012013-03-04T05:30:00.001-08:002013-06-19T21:51:22.662-07:00Last Days of PompeiiAnother long day's journey into the night and the Northwest Dallas Forty Express, usually a long-winding, nonstop caravan, sat still, hemmed in by inchoate rush hour en route home from the cement pond while the traffic of her dizzying conversation sped along at one hundred twenty miles an hour, too fast for any highway patrol radar gun to clock, pull over and appropriately ticket.
Along the way,Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-14887444331024908072013-02-24T08:05:00.000-08:002013-02-24T08:05:02.129-08:00Notes because Shin Yu Pai said so6) Mother recollecting how she and her friends interrupted their weekly mah jong game to investigate the ruckus stirred in the other room from their preschool to kindergarten children (about six of us) seriously whopping each other on the skull with old-fashioned glass Coke bottles but laughing hysterically enough for them to leave us alone...something to the effect of no harm, no foul. 47) Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-22981994272902427602013-01-01T15:54:00.000-08:002014-01-02T00:31:16.438-08:00Waiting for picturesTwo in toto required pulling teeth, a concession rather than a present but eleven months and counting in between is nevertheless root canal surgery on public aid in comparison. For it intimates a laissez faire attitude that eschews any formal gratitude. The proverbial dangling of a carrot just to string along the mule. And to further mangle the saying, while looking at the gift horse in the Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-25282572036249755772012-12-25T02:50:00.001-08:002013-03-10T23:57:20.456-07:00Notes on the precipiceFive times around the block except at right angles going counterclockwise certainly defies a certain gravity even of a certain age.
Especially since what should have been smooth sailing is now only imaginary, interrupted by ill-placed ottomans rising above the mowed lawns many a fledging Dick Van Dyck trips over. No dexterous glissade so effortless and graceful as seen on television. But a Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-68038238815922305112012-12-24T12:49:00.000-08:002014-01-01T21:51:01.698-08:00Notes loud and clear from another islandOn front of a penny, the reluctant picture bride protests, her usually complaisant voice high-pitched to offset the sailor moon being clouded by so many knockoff Akari lampshades cheaply made in distant Occidental sweatshops.
The rage beneath her schoolgirl uniform, though, swells her bosoms into two engorged cannonballs, fuses lit as enemy sheep wearing men's clothing begin to bleat, Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3544151.post-57300959976153114232012-12-04T02:31:00.000-08:002012-12-24T08:21:36.688-08:00Three Little Pigs ReduxIn the cave where three little pigs live is an upside-down four-legged pup tent inflated by deep snores.
A little cub crawls under and fumbles along the wall, feeling for a make-believe light switch. His untrimmed nails scrape over the unpainted surface like a steel rake across chalkboard. He hesitates, unsure of his bearings until further down the dusky corridor, an old Coleman lamp shines Larryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11392325782356772771noreply@blogger.com0