Cinkay

Listen,

I can look down

On you with shit on my

Drawers and vomit on my shoes

Okay.

William Comparetto

© 2007

Franku II

Okay, if pink butt’s

A dynamite program, son,

Then behavior’s pink.

William Comparetto

© 2007

Franku Tankay II

Behaviors, son, keep

Me in sober action. Not

Gigantium of

Intellect. Behaviors make

Me act sane. Tautology.

William Comparetto

© 2007

Franku

Boo fucking who, son:

I’ve got a box of Mossbergs!

Kick in the door: Schmoo.

William Comparetto

© 2007

Metafourth

Somewhere in the mad realm of memory lurks fondness for the fourth. The booms, the fizzing, the haunting stench of spent gunpowder. You know it was real - it was there - clear and brilliant as a phosphorus starburst. Lingering as vividly as a cone fountain shower. Somewhere in those fleeting wrinkles in time you would see ( Read more... )

An Ed Groatian Type Observation Surrounding Fireworks and Why We Like Them so Much.

On crisp clear nights like this the phosphorus blasts in the air and the ground sounds like scrambled eggs, Jack, - you think about life Jim. That mini mystery life like. As the bombs burst you think about things that didn’t work out - never really about the ( Read more... )

For an Old Friend I Hardly Knew

A little poison now and then: that makes pleasant dreams. And much poison at last for a pleasant death.

~Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra

Hardly, needles not pine trees on Xavier campus boughs.

Sometimes I wonder if I knew you - maybe not - hardly

Buck up, we got a wake, people want words: Xavier Tribe Slack ( Read more... )

Goodwill

Goodwill samurai sumo lat back folds

Everyone loves Goodwill - for the records

One for the books - the jeans - wrought slim -

Gaggles of Goodwill hilljacks four generations thick

Spending hours haggling in garbley dialect

And Halfling kids throwing sippy cup fits

Confession: I’m a sumo and a compulsive carb addict

Used to: ( Read more... )

Big Drill Car 5K

Five thousand old ladies in big drill cars
Slowly making - namaste not here in big land yachts clippers
Waggle up and back in a slow pre church lurch Sundays
White hair thumper pilots Towne Car barge lumber - not Pete Limpelli speed
Pious knurled hands clasped over wheel speed, not, really making heaven’s gate
Time ( Read more... )

When Spring Turns to Summer - or Just Before, the Temperature Drops and the Pollen Counts Somehow Rise, and Allergies Become More Prevalent: A Haiku.

Laying off the heat
Is nice, but it rages on
Sinus passages

William Comparetto
© 2007