Monday, February 28, 2011

With a Smile...

Iris reticulata 'Ida'

If apples were pears
and peaches were plums
and the rose had a different name.
If tigers were bears
and fingers were thumbs
I'd love you just the same.

-Valentine's Day Songs and Poems


First smile of spring in the gardens -
he's happy whether rain, snow, or shine -
today the wind is giving him a boxing match,
as March refuses to wait another day for her entrance!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Dangers of Reading - Part 3

as Fluffo sees Fluffo

as everyone else
sees Fluffo

Commando Fluffo
Commando Fluffo Extraordinary
Bad Ass Commando Fluffo Extraordinary
Queen of the House of Victor
THE Queen of the House of Victor

a vapor of thought
mist on the horizon
figment of the imagination
did she ever really exist???
her humans wonder...

food disappears
fluffs of cinder hued fur blankets the floor
blurs sometimes out of the corner of eye
yet no concrete evidence
whether she is still of flesh and blood
or the essence of ghostly apparitions


the Christmas Day fiasco
her brilliantly executed creative revenge
furball fuzzball hairball of a nightmare
 that has created her downfall into
the depths of purgatory

Commando Fluffo
captured...behind bars...tortured
delivered into the bowels of hell

Assaulted with twenty tubes
 of seafood flavored
hairballs elimination lubricant
simply the bestest tasting gel ever
the label so shamelessly proclaims
spit spit spit te ou ee!!!
her toes curl up
her ears flatten out
her eyes glaze over
claws flying everywhere
she's a kittio on fire
passion driven


Even in the labyrinths of the underworld of human beds
there's no escaping the tubes of lubricating hell
and the bush monster that always finds her hiding place
day after day after day after day after day...

The enemy has been hiding in Victor's bookcase 
of otherwise nifty guerrilla warfare tactics prose -
Commando Fluffo could smell the rat a mile away
 after the fact... 
she upchucked on his pages of lies
 used them for a potty pan
he will deceive her no longer
with his cloak of invisibility
who is this crackpot Harry Potter anyway?

This invisible cloak thing
 is a piece of propaganda crap!
humans always unrelentlessly find her

Psycho Fluffo's nightmares have nightmares of nightmares...
her demise from queendom to human bondage
her world has become a kaleidoscope of
confusion and delusion and deception and misconception
she's rethinking her thinking of thinking there are no options
she's beginning to see a glimmer of possibilities...

The End
Nowhere in Sight

The Dangers of Reading - Part 1 and Part 2
will give the foundation for this story


Missed my posting last week. Jesse's my subject, but the inspiration and creativity on this one is as forth coming as turtles in a rock quarry. I don't want it to be his eulogy, his last hurrah on this earth in his old age, so it is still very much a current project, and hopefully a finished one in a week or two.  I'm having fun with The Dangers of Reading, and hoping you are also.  Zoe's my inspiration...although it's exaggerated slightly a lot...she does do all these things on one level or another.  She's not a human yet, but I love giving her all those human qualities that make her such a bad ass, as that's not too far from her true nature.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Ramblings of a not so perfect Perfectionist


Never quite being satisfied.
The habitual need for complete accuracy.
I know there has to be a much better way of doing that.
As long as I know the mistake is there it will drive me insane.
Anal attitude is often times linked with the obsession of perfect.
Tendency to pull one's own hair out when around imperfection.
The need to fix it, fix it, fix it, until it is no longer fixable.
If it's worth doing at all, it's worth doing perfect.
Obsessive need to correct all stupidity.
Carries aspirin for headaches.

Art is art when we say it's art.
Perfection is achieved when we say it's been achieved.
It's all only a point of view, or gathering points of view.
Perfect and imperfect co-existing this moment...
You have just been handed a personal invitation
to glimpse into the life of a not so perfect
perfectionist at work.
to my world of art and the absence of art.
Click the top of page Arts tab,
and take in a little more of who I truly am.
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