Not only am I getting old, defective genes, buy Myspace

MySpace

is getting cranky
doesn't know who I am
or wants to pretend it's too busy
to deal with me
but like heavy cleaned oats
it just sort of scatters itself around
for the chickens to eat
metaphorically of course
myspace has hoarded
my blogs and poems and

presently
when I do I will snatch them
all for publication
in a book called "the ones that almost got away"
subtitle:because I believed in microsoft.
subtitle: because Bill Gates
Subtitle: fill in the blanks



"Why would any sane person do that?"
Define your terms, I always say.
Nothing mysterious there

hell, I'm 64, been fighting cancer since 2002
and I kind of figured he'd take that into account
before blocking me out of my life's work

"of course it's not personal, and you probably didn't
treat it right, and Mr. Gates cannot be expected..."

"not even a little bit if I begged?

"just ask any ayn rand, need is not sufficient justification
for anything."

I bet you don't raise chickens, I'm thinking. They need
and I give it to them and you know what
they lay eggs. even when it's freezing out there
and it's not polite to ask them to be creative, pop
they just pop those things out there.

"I'm not sure what chickens have to do with it"

"See. That's the problem. you can't get past the logic
of me trusting you
and losing my work
and it it would have been a decent omelette.
a free breakfast, Bill."

Pure phonography

A true ant
wearing a red backpack
and camel hiking shorts
stood at the counter

open toed sandals
hairy legs
and a hunting knife
sheathed and hung
from a hemp rope belt

"gimme one of them bottles with green mouthwash in them."
"does it have to be green ?"
"nah, but it hasta be green."
"ok then, so yellow is ok"
"yeahh, long it's green."
"ok, then."

Say have you seen color of the sky lately
the shopkeeper was thinking
it's blue
and it isn't mouthwash and
I think it kills ants.

"say that thing you are thinking isn't green, right"
"nope, it's blue left nut job juice for killing ants"

and it being a free market and all, the ant is thinkng
you'd of sold it to me for three times what it's worth
and smoked it with your friends until they were dead.

"That is the way it works?"
That is the way
It works
"that way"

curds and mouthwash
in a headshop for
granny ants.

That's the only part they understood
"i get that"
"take all you want"
"take two"

This is pure phonography.
Grooving , the true ant
thought
green and gone
grooving and rant
in a red backpack
in time.

"if it ain't green, how's it gonna be yellow?"

Crazy aint It?

The long awaited trilogy of Judy Brekke and Stephen Morse. Two side of a cancer and the lives they lived getting there.

Places That LingerPlaces That Linger (book) Print: $10.00 A collection of poetry visiting the lives of two poets sharing places that linger.

Happy Anniversary 2007Happy Anniversary 2007 (book) Print: $7.50 Collection of poems during husband's chemotherapy and surgeries for cancer.

The Dark Spots are CrowsThe Dark Spots are Crows (book) Print: $7.95 Download: $0.69 Crows dominate these poems. The totems of death, spirit guides of disaster, and just plain carrion eating birds are in all these poems written mostly in 2007 as I [Stephen Morse] dealt with chemotherapy and surgery in a fight for life.

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The Dark Spots are CrowsThe Dark Spots are Crows (book) Print: $7.95 Download: $0.69 Crows dominate these poems. The totems of death, spirit guides of disaster, and just plain carrion eating birds are in all these poems written mostly in 2007 as I [Stephen Morse] dealt with chemotherapy and surgery in a fight for life.