I must confess, I do have a bit of a thing for greek salad, particularly that delicious crumbly cheese, all moist and tangy. It tastes almost as good on the eye as on the tongue.
Pete and I have just lunched, very lightly, on cheese and marinated chillies. It seems so wrong, on a Sunday afternoon, yet at the same time, it feels good.
Welcome to everyone, and let me say: cheers,
I hope you enjoy all these cocktails and beers.
For Graybo, Destructor, Pockless and Lyle
Who all have been drinking round here for a while;
Not to mention Sevitz
AKA Ade,
Who might want some grenadine with lemonade.
We have lots of spirits; now let me see –
Who was it asked for long island iced tea?
Ah, that would be Anna,
Not Stuart or Dave
Those late-coming members
Of the beer enclave.
Which only leaves Gordon
And of course Mr D
To take Guinness and vodka, respectively.
Pete and I wish you a happy weekend,
With good food, sunshine, and plenty of friends.
They say that too much beer
Will result in feeling queer;
So, to keep me hearty and hale
Can I have a nice cocktail?
Unbrella’d, I walked home.
Single spots of rain soaked my shirt,
And the wind whipped up a cloud of dandelion clocks
Like the insignificant tumbleweed in an empty comments box.
I lay down underneath the storm,
Listening to thunder clogging up my eyelashes.
No time at all between flash and crash;
A summer day turned cold and grey.
beatle bones and smokin` stones
The dry sands fall
the strawberry mouth strawberry moth STRAWBERRY CATERPILLAR strawberry
butterfly strawberry fields
All the winged eel slither on the heels of today`s children
“Strawberry Fields Forever”
yeah roosters ol glass roosters stick to your race
in a drag queen live wood farmhouse
tractors are clawin people are crawlin
trees in a row climbin a coach and I blow rich
red blue yellow sunset
where I set you set and I`ve loved and you`ve loved
And I`ve seen and you`ve seen
Chalk man has just made his mark and crumbled
the dark- the light -the dark -the day
Porcelain children see thru white lights
Soft cracker bats Cheshire cats named
The Dark The light The Dark
The day
Blue veins thru gray felt tomorrows
Sell your sailboat ye ole feathered kind
blow it into a pond swayin` in circles
red blue yellow sunset
Where I`ve set and you`ve set and I`ve loved and you`ve loved
What I saw and you saw
“Strawberry fields Forever”
-Don Van Vliet (1941- ?)
I’ve been trying to think of something that rhymes,
But it turns out, I’ve just not had the time.
The postman arrives, bills fall to the floor,
My ebay purchase! I run to my door.
A white, padded parcel enclosing CD
Promotional album by Kid Symphony
I’m tearing it open, but wait, what is this?
A slipcase proclaiming – Uborka Mix!
For Jo
When melon ripe the bug bemoans
The happy crunch of beetle bones
Is a source of untold joy
As you insectile worlds destroy
There falls Sparta, there falls Rome
There falls another aphid’s home
When empires of the cucurbit
Are by beetle disturbed
The good soil weeps beneath your spade
As you enact a light crusade
That unwritten fate with ode intones
The happy crunch of beetle bones