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Fresh Red Dog Pieface: Saturday, December 06, 2003

Poem Beasts

The Woebeast (Woe?)

Tell me more

One of the most expressive…sometimes…
the dullest of all the beasts
Woebeast always makes sure it gets the last grunt in.
In what?
In just about everything.
Its infinite legions are just that…legion.
It attacks while it defends
attracts while it repulses
whines while it roars.
For illusion’s sake, only a dot can stop it.
At least one aspect of it.
Death does not stop it
if ghosts may be believed.
Some of the ‘non-creatures’ take a vow to non-attach it
but, how do these good creatures detach
from a vow that rhymes with bow-wow
intuited by another beast set upon by Woebeast.
The sitting ones may fail.
But they certainly try.

Chaplin did not use a Woebeast until Woebeasts buried him.

It was at the beginning.
It shall be at the end.
Plus, a few more………


posted 7:04 PM

Fresh Red Dog Pieface: Sunday, November 30, 2003

Poem Beasts

The Compubut (Computer)

Way out

Overwired, overfed, buttoned down
this much too clever beastie
pretends to be programmed while progoming
the good old sick and tired days.
Mad tea cups breaking faster awake closed dormice
by 1,000,000,000 soft wearing pokes per second
of hard to combe by facts.
One + infinity - how do you do = a new polite formality
Laxative possibilities of freedom overflow.
Talking mathematics correctly
about this, and, of course, that
to older fashioned beasties
ingooses them precisely
to speak their final line,
“Unplug the damned thing!”


posted 6:55 PM

Poem Beasts

The Puncracker (Punster)

Some joke

This beast generally falls, man.
For a two dimensional flat laugh.
Puncrackers will do anything funny enough
to self hurt then reinflate
a nervous kiss-gag.

Misplaced cigars silently explode.
Enough to puff an iron ‘General’ to huff home.
Beat ‘Old Stone Face’ to prolonged gag to death.
A southern express not whistling ‘Dixie’
lurches body tossed humor.
The biggest laugh sewed up in stitches
buttons holding tinsel tin ears.

Jokes played only on the flatter beasts.
Caught dumb.
Looking too serious.

(To write a funny poem about genius
funny is not as funny as it looks)

(Dedicated to Buster Keaton, his genius,
his silent movie ‘The General’ and to Guy
and Diane Ham)


posted 4:07 PM


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