Hi Ku Cat

[butters]

saying my goodnights, busy guy

 

[HarryHill]

saying my goodnights, busy guy

..
Decided on a mini road trip
so many stale days a'home
lunch with Joe then open road,
Nashville just to drive downtown
in my no rush hour traffic,
still home before G'nights,
or so I thought
Camry still goes 110, however,
I'm a bit slower

 

[HarryHill]

Lost Boys and old E-mails

My baby, she say,
sprinkle me with fairy dust, yeah
she say, sprinkle me,
get the kettle on
and on and on
she got,
fairy dusted im-me-di-at-lyyyy,
Sir Bendo's e-spec-i-allityyyy,
my hero

Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum

My baby, she say,
What, again?
sprinkle me, sprinkle me,
I wanna fly with you,
I wanna fly, fly, fly,
get the kettle on, then
whisper in my ear
sprinkle me, sprinkle me anywhere
Oh my, time to get the kettle on,
and on, and on, and onnnnnnnnnnn
she was
fairy dusted sat-is-fac-to-ry
Sir Bendo's e-spec-i-allityyyy
kiss me

Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum

My baby, she say,
I'll put the fairy kettle on
if you'll sprinkle me,
after this cupa tea
I wanna fly
with thee
well
Sir Bendo was-look-in-we-a-ry,
fairy dusting was harder than,
quan-tum-the-o-ryyyyyyyy

Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum

Baby, baby, I say,
humor me, oh mer-er-er-cy
you got to fly,
fly to the chemist,
get that e-spec-i-al-tea
pick up some Samosas,
while you're out, maybe some doughnuts,
I don't care, you can sur-pri-ise-me
we can sprinkle and dust
'til the kettle's dry, dry, dry

 

[butters]

..
Decided on a mini road trip
so many stale days a'home
lunch with Joe then open road,
Nashville just to drive downtown
in my no rush hour traffic,
still home before G'nights,
or so I thought
Camry still goes 110, however,
I'm a bit slower

awesome

110? that'll blow your cobwebs away for sure

 

[butters]

My baby, she say,
sprinkle me with fairy dust, yeah
she say, sprinkle me,
get the kettle on
and on and on
she got,
fairy dusted im-me-di-at-lyyyy,
Sir Bendo's e-spec-i-allityyyy,
my hero

Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum

My baby, she say,
What, again?
sprinkle me, sprinkle me,
I wanna fly with you,
I wanna fly, fly, fly,
get the kettle on, then
whisper in my ear
sprinkle me, sprinkle me anywhere
Oh my, time to get the kettle on,
and on, and on, and onnnnnnnnnnn
she was
fairy dusted sat-is-fac-to-ry
Sir Bendo's e-spec-i-allityyyy
kiss me

Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum

My baby, she say,
I'll put the fairy kettle on
if you'll sprinkle me,
after this cupa tea
I wanna fly
with thee
well
Sir Bendo was-look-in-we-a-ry,
fairy dusting was harder than,
quan-tum-the-o-ryyyyyyyy

Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum

Baby, baby, I say,
humor me, oh mer-er-er-cy
you got to fly,
fly to the chemist,
get that e-spec-i-al-tea
pick up some Samosas,
while you're out, maybe some doughnuts,
I don't care, you can sur-pri-ise-me
we can sprinkle and dust
'til the kettle's dry, dry, dry

lmao

bum bum bum bum

lololololololol

allusions to tods' bumpbumps? as well as fat bottomed girls

 

[HarryHill]

awesome

110? that'll blow your cobwebs away for sure

..
I was raised/taught/influenced by the muscle car culture of the 70's that proscribed/adhered to the theory that it was good to blow the carbon out of you engine from time to time

 

[HarryHill]

lmao

bum bum bum bum

lololololololol

allusions to tods' bumpbumps? as well as fat bottomed girls

..
Nah, I was hearing music/singing as I wrote, been thinking about advertising for singers/musicians, not in the budget though

 

[HarryHill]

..
Nah, I was hearing music/singing as I wrote, been thinking about advertising for singers/musicians, not in the budget though

..
hey, wake up

 

[HarryHill]

Pepperz

The boyz have picked their spotz,
leaf shivering April plotz
marked by high rize signs
signifying occupancy,
yes, that's right,
the pepperz are raising cane
poles in celebration of spring
and as a visual aid for the tomatoz
back soon from Boca
ready to work on their tanz,
innuentoz and blushz

 

[butters]

3 weeks of phone calls
a century of redrawn lines
A to D to C to B
chasing forms
collecting certificates
discovering ancient history
rediscovering less-so
post offices, photos
print outs and endless web-reading
bank account draining
at last things awinging
their way home to you

 

[butters]

all saved fromyour visit
the lead up and imminent takeoff
even those that passed between us
when you were here
so used to conversing this way

mouse-dragged
red-highlighted
copied and pasted into email
(stuff suitable for other eyes, at least)
dated evidence
should more be required

now deleted from the vaults
(but not lost this way)
making room for more
always more

 

[HarryHill]

He's snoozing at the desk,
just resting eyes a moment,
recharge a mog
like the everready blurb

 

[butters]

a short snooze
too often slips
into dreaming the night away
only to surface
tv chattering away
low and dull
the hum of this thing
a whitewash of subtle noise
book where it slid from senseless fingers

*sigh*

belated goodnights, early good mornings
coffee's hot and i am sweet

seeing where arkady ventures next
hole healing in his head
bang bang he fell
down but rose again
chasing tattoos through fields of chessmen
so many pawns
and then
if the sun still shines
weeds beware! imma comin' to rip out your hearts


morning, moggy man

 

[HarryHill]

a short snooze
too often slips
into dreaming the night away
only to surface
tv chattering away
low and dull
the hum of this thing
a whitewash of subtle noise
book where it slid from senseless fingers

*sigh*

belated goodnights, early good mornings
coffee's hot and i am sweet

seeing where arkady ventures next
hole healing in his head
bang bang he fell
down but rose again
chasing tattoos through fields of chessmen
so many pawns
and then
if the sun still shines
weeds beware! imma comin' to rip out your hearts


morning, moggy man

A crimson dawn creeps through the trees,
startling birds from roost,
smiles from lips,
mogs prowl

 

[HarryHill]

... on the merits of mouth organs:

not a daisy left in the yard,
all picked, she loves me; she loves me; she loves me,
each similarly intoned petal,
placed in winds soft hands,
gassho, wai, a mantra, those white floating beads,
like a rosary

we've waxed poetic for so long,
it's melted,
leaving us in our cold monastic cell,
chanting
..
if I were a prudent man and this not live,
a save's advised
but,
the weathers clear-ish
..
she tells me her dreams,
saved on yellowed e-paper
quadruplicated
Ku?

 

[HarryHill]

your first birthday here we'll spend in bed with the electric blanket on high reading books under the covers with flash lights. Jan. 2015

..
Pink confetti and iridescent soap bubbles,
torn paper, scattered ribbon,
Champaign in plastic cups

 

[HarryHill]

Malthusian Theory

We'll feast on a turnip under yellowed skies,
beside rusting hulks of personal conveyance
no one wanted to listen when the nets were full,
now we've eaten our entire world.
all are vegetarians except for those
that enjoy a good sapiens stew

 

[butters]

We'll feast on a turnip under yellowed skies,
beside rusting hulks of personal conveyance
no one wanted to listen when the nets were full,
now we've eaten our entire world.
all are vegetarians except for those
that enjoy a good sapiens stew

made me go look up Mathusian Theory
supply and demand, baybee, supply and demand

 

[HarryHill]

Yellowed path of candle light,
'cross close fitted sandstone flags,
cast from novice gate to masters plate,
heaped high with grain and Malas,
chivkens peck out prayers while Harry intones.
'Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwkkkkkk.'
'Ooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmm'

 

[butters]

 

[HarryHill]

I still bleed paint.
although I was sure
ink dissolved the last traces
by dint of long immersion,
perhaps the tincture's so thin,
the proximity of so much blank canvas
makes even the smallest cut
hemophilic

 

[butters]

I still bleed paint.
although I was sure
ink dissolved the last traces
by dint of long immersion,
perhaps the tincture's so thin,
the proximity of so much blank canvas
makes even the smallest cut
hemophilic

wow!

pigment stains his blood
smears rainbows n smoke
'cross the primed skin of sensibility
escapes in pulses of medium
languages of the mind

 

[butters]

you're multi-lingual, baybeee

 

[HarryHill]

you're multi-lingual, baybeee

cuntilingual anyway

 

[HarryHill]

Star Runners

Bob: (as Michelle pours a blast of psychoactive energy from her body into a mass of mutant insects which then explode) Oh my God!

Lt. Hendrix: (dying) Told you

Star Trek: First Contact

Jean Luc: (Takes phaser carefully, examines settings)
Maximum setting, if you'd fired this I would have been vaporized

Lily: It's my first ray gun