Goose Hockey Poems

I've Come Undone

2009-12-20T19:40:00.000-08:00

Olivia Wilde can really get my vote out.

Onto Ms. Jolie, riding high as my hope mounts.

Chorus:

"Sweat, so wet, you bet; she lets my hope mount.
Sweat, so wet, you bet. ... She gets my vote out."

Like a bonobo, don't care, so long as I know I'm in the mix.
Having fun, gettin' kicks performing tricks.
I'm in the stuttering rough but (butt) I'm (I am) tough.
Party, oh, no...I'm near the One & it don't stop 'til I'm done.

'Til I've come undone.

Chorus:

"Sweat, so wet, you bet; she lets my hope mount.
Sweat, so wet, you bet. ... She gets my vote out."

Angelina Jolie can truly get my vote out.
Onto Olivia, she lets me sew my whole count.

Chorus:

"Yeah, sweat, so wet, you bet; she gets my vote out.
Oh, sweat, so wet, you bet. ... She lets my hope mount."

the love dealer, Sir Real

The Rain Song (pt. 2)

2009-12-08T18:32:00.000-08:00

So I overheard someone say, "I think I'm gonna call it: 'She was much more forthcoming the third time she came. From somewhere way down deep, the town...heard the voice roar my name. A sleeping giant wakes right as...the game, it claims our brain. A shaman's drum, it skips a beat;...and then it stops the rain...' Song."

Christmas Tunes Unexpurgated

2009-12-08T18:30:00.000-08:00

Fair Warning: Next time you read the word, 'snow' in this post, you may not want to read any further because...this could be the beginning of freshly posted, brand new, illicit &/or immature Christmas (Cashmas?) poetry (i.e. haiku) &/or rhymes for no reason. For 'tis the season. Ho. Ho. Ho. :o) So here we go like a sleigh in the snow.

...As A Corn-Cob Pipe Dream Comes True

Dribble, kibble...
...Nibblin' her bits.

Juicy lips...sticky...fingertips.

Sweet ass crossjostlin'...

Loves it when I squeeze her tits.

As a deep switch flips, her yummy yoni spits.

Her cameltoe holds a single jingle bell ring,
And below her belly hole the ol' mistletoe swings.
Draping her behind, the tinsel shines so fine it blings.

Like all the other maidens, on my herald she harks 'cause I'm king.

Into the night like a caroler, she's determined to make it sing.

(...& when she's done she'll start to hum,
"O Cum on Me all over, ye Ol' Faithful.")

The Welcomed Consensus

2009-12-08T18:29:00.001-08:00

Also, ... a brief interview with Daisy

Euphemisms for the love dealer, Sir Real...because he can be quite immature. :o)

practice scribbles for hugs anD rugs @ Club Congress

2009-12-08T18:25:00.000-08:00

poem from south of hell...and north of Mexico

2009-12-08T18:24:00.000-08:00

Recipient of a blow job, I star in all my songs.
Extra syrup so I can slur it, & supplement my 5-foot bong.
On dope, and dopey, the pope thinks he might be Hopi.
Our dog, Snoopy Poop, requests we all call him, Opie.

Up a creek and short one paddle, her ass straddles me like a saddle.
Cross-jostling; my cracker-jackin' devil's bow makes her fiddle faddle.

The Emerson Cross-jostle (unfinished ramblings)

2009-12-08T18:23:00.000-08:00

She likes to roll my jumping beans between her fingers...
And, she's quite the sucker for Frankie...

Her hips spin me dutchie right round...
Her sumthin' sumthin' whips me cream...

She loves Frankie in her hanky panky; she loves the spanky...
She knows she'll always be his sexy, Mama slut hero. She's so sweet.

Back it up, back it up, side to side.
Slow your roll, Sally, ride that hide.
Rock the whole valley, Girl, don't be shy...
On my twiggle so biggle, just wiggle, wiggle,...
Just let that jello jiggle...

Bust a nut here? or we could wait...
And, give yer butt time to decide?

Pump, pump and dumpin' in yer country bum'kin...
Recycling your junk, and jumping yer drive...
She loves to take one for the team.

Shaking her tailfeather to the Emerson Cross-jostle, her smoking body keeps the beat.

'Frankie Say Relax' tattooed right 'bove her ass...

A 4-leaf clover supernova...
Greets Frankie each time...she bends over...

Her sticky pleasuredome welcomes to Emerson sure are sweet...
She likes to roll my jumping beans between her fingers...
And, she's quite the sucker for Frankie...

Her hips spin me dutchie right round...
Her sumthin' sumthin' whips me cream...

She loves Frankie in her hanky panky; she loves the spanky...
She knows she'll always be his sexy, Mama slut hero. She's so sweet.

Yeah, I've got the driver now.
Her ass smokes like fine grass.
Cross-jostling her tuba like a scuba diver down...

Her mind realigned as her bum blings; her body grinds on Frankie...
The upside of her backsliding, so many blessing for Emerson...

Her insides ironed out, by the zen anarchy love frantic tantric fan trick...
Her body slips, slides & drippin', like she's hammered, dancin', sippin' Guinness, bent;...overturned, a table, right round her ass spins my pine tree and signs it like a cast.

She comes. I come. Like a storm drain, it rains from her ass.

Apostle cross-jostle. I come before her to stand behind her to save her soul.
Plunder her treasure. Loot her booty. Smokin' her ass so hot, could make diamonds from coal.

Saving the world, she bends over, flirts, lifts her skirt, spreads her lips, signals Frankie to give her the slip.

Slip goes the tip, a magic mushroom head fed up and in... The Emerson Cross-jostle pole dance is about to begin...

My name is Emerson, I like to tell her, "You're sittin' on Frankie." I navigate while you're on top of him; I steer your rear.

The ecstasy that you feel & see, the big hard rod of God slammin' inside yer bod...
That rocks your depot deep, like a 10 Mandingo soul train steaming heat...
Taming your body's wild side & every other side,...
Well, his real name is Franklin.

Supposedly, his sleeve is where he wears his heart on.
And, to please, she'll let her girlfriends share his hard-on.
To worship at the altar of Emerson...
Lip service to Frankie and his jumping beans...
I hope he'll invite me to do the cross-jostle, they dream...

between her thighs...an exercise in faith

2009-12-08T18:22:00.002-08:00

His tongue tasting her; his thumb basting her...
Her bum shakes as her middle earth quakes.

You can see it on her ecstatic face; she's got the hard cock religion
... as she says grace.

Her juicy pussy lips grip his throbbing penis tip, ...
A sexorcism, followed by a baptism of jism.

As she harks on his herald, while he's squeezing her titties,
... the angels hear her start to sing.

He cleans out her closet like it's the first day of Spring.

why you want it

2009-12-08T18:22:00.001-08:00

When you talk about what you want and why you want it,
there's usually less resistance within you
than when you talk about what you want
and how you're going to get it.

When you pose questions you don't have answers for,
like how, where, when, who,...
it sets up a contradictory vibration
that slows everything down.

Abraham-Hicks

broken fix

2009-12-08T18:21:00.001-08:00

Miracle Mile goes on forever it seems
A road devoid of irony, just broken dreams

An urban Who's Who of sadness & usual suspect types
Strip joints, queers & chippies, smokin' poles & pipes

Strung out Yaquis dealin' heroin just a ways back
The other side, 'bout the size of a small town, a cemetery's packed

I wonder if Hallmark's got a card to cheer up this scene
Out the window of AA I see this, if you know what I mean.

swimmin' in women

2009-12-08T18:20:00.002-08:00

gonna dip my fat rook inside her fanny
by hook or by crook in every nook & cranny

the pink submarine sinks as I drain her tranny
always wanted to be caught it seems, she never outran me...

Bless this Mess

2009-12-08T18:20:00.001-08:00

Let go, let God(dess); yes, less stress
Restless past, rest more now
Oh, how the kingdom comes is anybody's guess.

Where? Anywhere & everywhere
Come as you are; come on Eileen
Come on an intern's blue dress.

God(dess) bless this mess.

Smudgestick Motto-Mobile

2009-12-08T18:19:00.001-08:00

Unrelated:

I wonder what the significance is ... of the smudgestick being missing.

Which one's Page One, the other Village Idiot.

i'm hearin' a ringin' in my head
kinda like i got my dumbass bell wrung
super-retarded superstar,(Report card said, 'Stupidhead,' ... the headlines read.)

was like Santa exploded into the licorice tea
to the fucking V (one love)

"Call me, The Sup,"
watch me display my skills on The SouP.
Proud as a Mama at her baby's first poop.

Rinse, hogwash...
Repeat.

turn the 7 virtues into angelic MILF mothers-of-God
just being difficult like your father, unqualified critics unleashed
and gone wild (& not in the good way)

reminder note to myself: law of the least effort
& nEFFERTITTIES preferably
nefertiti
yo
this is the tempo

"Sir Real, 'Get the fuck off the computer.'"

"Okay, fine, but just roll with this, i got just one more thing."

re-reminder note to myself: the law of least effort

"Deal. Here goes."

Just wanted to say how I'm starting to talk out loud alone & stuff...

... & I'm grateful that I know that I just gotta always remember
to try to do a little prep
(the effort of a baby step)

'cause the whole event might actually be your life now.

hownowbrowncow

purple fucking sparrow

all love

that's what this is

2009-12-08T18:18:00.001-08:00

epimedium and maca and a little ginkgo for the Missus
a grand slammin' breakfast, hostin' a toast to yer juicy kisses

got 10 pound balls that are slappin' in time to...
my 13-inch bat ironing out the insides of you
that's what this is

ride of a lifetime

2009-12-08T18:17:00.001-08:00

our little minds
grown out of the atoms
of the one big mind

It's burpin' out thoughts.

creator and
governor
of the realm of matter

I'm just connectin' the dots.

no great machine
the universe is butt
one big thought

The conclusion of a bongload.

the best part

I like this pot.

sticky dog daze

2009-12-08T18:16:00.001-08:00

woke up to the sounds
of Britney being banged
in the alley
and the smell of scrambled
eggs and bacon
in the microwave

hung over and sweatin'
it was the sticky dog days
of summer
a Sunday, if i recall

praise for the phrase that pays
with eyes aglaze

spreading the wealth

2009-12-08T18:15:00.000-08:00

the gist of it was i gave her
1/2 my jism
the other half her half-sister got

cuz that last blast
of money shot
went past her fast

the camera flashed
a smile

the unfinished wedding song

2009-12-08T18:14:00.002-08:00

remember the first time
you let me inside
(your heart)?

remember how i tried
to park my car in
your space
your face
??

a smile so wide
i cried
still feels like
the first time

the first rhyme
the first line
first lime
first dime
my wood holy you could

so began our love life o' crime
& mild punishment

i was
a rookie
gangster
of love
was just a newbie
with a doobie

she brought the
snacks
to feed
my
thick
13
Scooby

we were
feeling
groovy

her smoking on
my doobie
me toking on
her boobies

gotta love hairdressers

2009-12-08T18:14:00.001-08:00

i told her i just
wanted a little
trim and a blow-dry

she slapped my face
dropped to her knees
swallowed on my cock

and i don't know why

firm belief

2009-12-08T18:13:00.000-08:00

i'm not a
fan of glass
i prefer
sand

with a firm belief
in equality
i salute her

as she blows me
at my command

my little honey bee

she's
the supply
to my
demand

with gratitude
because i can

free the poets

The “Slow Down, Your Royal Danica” Walkin’ Blues

2009-12-08T18:12:00.000-08:00

The Queen of England nearly ran me over
(was thinking) I guess she don’t like my song
But, that’s okay I’m not so fond of her driving skills
Or her lime green hat & what was that?
A granny panty thong?
And, was she blowing the Duke
Or just smoking a bong?

Okay, here's the story, morning glory.

I was walking on the grass & headin’ to the palace
I was high on weed & I was thinking ‘bout Alice
Didn’t know the queen was out for her daily afternoon drunk drive.

Checking out the sights, I coulda used some sleep
Was dreamin’ about naptime & the global elite
It’s okay to drive in the UK, they say…until you’re 105.

A blue-blooded redneck, a drag racing queen
A few exaggerated metaphors & a crack smoking fiend
I was just walking where the signs said to be.

Don’t know why she was so rude & unpleasant
I heard her cry out, “You stupid peasant.”
Could that really be her majesty talkin’ to me?

And then a different voice in my head said this:

“The booty’s loose on her caboose,
I plunder her treasure & come for her pleasure
Tuggin’ on her reigns & fillin’ her storm drains
I make it rain.”

And then some other voice in my head said this:

Her drunken Highness couldn’t be talking to me.

And I’m thinking…

Well, it’s not quite like shape-shifting elder porn
Just an up-close tourist money shot of Queen Lizzie.
On video, getting’ her Jaguar’s tires all-a-squealin’
Rims spinnin’… Such a strange event, got me feelin’ dizzy.

Obey all rules in the UK and stay on the path, the signs all say
And, “No Bikes!” Yikes, I was thinking…
It didn’t say “No Car!”
And then I thought of how I love all beer except for Guinness
Thirsty, and how I wished the tour was almost finished
Could I get a cold one, I wondered? Did the palace lobby have a bar?

I didn’t want no hassle from the castle
And, it never occurred to me the queen drove a Jag.
Seemed almost special, like a four-leaf clover
When her drunken Highness nearly ran me over
And, then I thought how this might be common & I better not brag.

Dreaming of a holy grail filled with Bass
& a sofa for my tired ass at the end of this path
I think they call them Chesterfields here, my dear
Bi-polar banter in my head & my inner ear.
Could probably figure out the probabilities of there being beer
If I knew math.

Is that bat shit on that bell, I can’t tell?
Does Big Ben got a clock that tolls for thee?
And, if it tolls for thee, does that mean it also tolls for me?
Or Billy Idol? Should I give a rebel yell?

Did Willie Nelson get high atop the Buckingham roof?
And scribble out a message, “I got stoned here and that’s the truth.” ??
Does the royal family frown on grafitti?
Do they sell postcards ‘cause they’re kinda needy?
Are the crown jewels all in hock at the … City of London Oil & Gold Pawn Shop?
It’s in Skolnick’s Report, but the hedge fund managers have the proof.

Slow down, your drunken Highness. Why don’t you let the Marmaduke of Earl drive?
Or the Earl of Duke, or whatever…

De-evolution. This song degenerates by the word.
Into metaphors.
For reasons like “no reason.”
Absurd word turds.
Similes.
Similar.
To you and me.

Moral of the story: When in London, wear a helmet. And don’t bow to the queen.
Keep an eye on her.
If ya know what I mean?

Hogwash, Rinse, Repeat

2009-12-08T18:11:00.001-08:00

I usually tune out the news because it's bad and it's stupid
Sometimes curiosity and boredom got me starin' at the baked screen
Can't help but think the talking heads are getting free psychotherapy
On my dime as I smoke it if you know what I mean.

So, that one loud, hostile, stinky guy told me to turn in my key
Security guard for the henhouse on the left, the gatekeeper used to be me
I was told some official story lines cannot be boob tube challenged
That's why we have the paparrazzi.

Operation: Cooperation

2009-12-08T18:10:00.000-08:00

Paris Hilton,

Where are you?

We need you.

Kanye won'tcha please come back down to earth.

A festivus for the rest of us;
Gotta all party for all we're worth.

The time is now for our rebirth.

Angelina, Goddess bless you;
U2;
and God bless you Brad.

Operation: Cooperation;
a passion in fashion;

Gonna rave dance to the bravest fad.

Oh, to be so cool is oh, to be so rad.

I'm so glad we're all glad
we're all glad.

I'm glad. I'm glad.

love dealer, be good

2009-12-08T18:09:00.000-08:00

She had a tattoo above her ass,
And it said, "Thank you, Sir.
Come again."

And I thought,
"Why,...thank you, Ma'am.
Don't mind if I do.

I almost had it read,
GO, LOVE DEALER, GO!
she said.

"Sir Real, you got me comin' for you."

Forward, Never Straight

2009-12-08T18:08:00.003-08:00

Oftentimes,
I'm amazed
at how loaded
sometimes, I gotta get
to be straight.

Almost Close

2009-12-08T18:08:00.001-08:00

Everyone is one of God's children. Goddess? Whatever.

At least that's the way my eyes reflect the light.

A rocking motion helps unjam them old stuck emotions.
I go beyond just being almost close but not quite.

It's quite outtasite.

SMM

2009-12-08T18:07:00.003-08:00

She said, "If anyone else was married to you,
they'd have to drink so much more."

Attitudes of Gratitude

2009-12-08T18:07:00.001-08:00

Thank you for the cold beer & the inspiration;
& thank you, angels, for holding my calls.

For What It's Worth

2009-12-08T18:06:00.001-08:00

Got high score
Right before
They unplugged it.

Thank you, Miss...

2009-12-08T18:05:00.001-08:00

Gonna drink a bit of water
Find my last beer
And check the time.

bong song

2009-12-08T18:04:00.001-08:00

Taught by Fong.

Friends with bongs.

Why can't we all just
get a Long
Island iced tea perhaps
and write a song
about strippers?

Coming Soon...

2009-12-08T18:03:00.002-08:00

They'll both be there right before two or so.
Goddess bless me as I conclude this, yo.

In case someone asks you, ...we're not getting loaded.
D'ya think we should maybe try to get in some practice first?

Dark Absence of Light

2009-12-08T18:03:00.001-08:00

"Just another case of almost close, but not quite.

Got this failing part down to an art form, I should...
really get a copyright.

The cherry on top is
just how close I...
actually came to getting it right.

Thinking how no good deed goes unpunished,
I write by candlelight."

Recalibrating Bliss

2009-12-08T18:02:00.001-08:00

I used to hide my dope & porn inside my pretty much unworn, unread Bible.

Outta work & out to lunch, I’d bang my drum like I’m all tribal.

Now’s about the time that I recalibrate bliss.
& Reconsider breaking shit that I can’t fix.

Hope, free beer & naked women
bringing angels
2 today's
Big phat Revival.

Mirror, Mirror,...

2009-12-08T18:01:00.001-08:00

Getting in a
staring contest
with myself.

I'm wonderin'
whose side
God is on.

??

... Out of my face, back into place.
A snapping wrist sets the pace.

They found the note, where all I'd wrote
Was "Later, I'm gone." ...

she just laid there

2009-12-08T18:00:00.001-08:00

Ripped on bonghits.
Laying on my side.
Somethin' 'bout the mornin'.
And my brain being perfectly fried.

Clutchin' on a pillow.
Did I mention feeling perfectly ripped?
The world around me flipped upside down.

As the figment of mind that I call me, tripped,...

... And just laid there.

2009-12-08T17:59:00.000-08:00

I’m appreciating fine wine from a dirty glass …
As I watch through the window, her fine-ness walk past …
To see her move … gets me high like the kindest of grass …
Does she know the hypnotic powers of her heavenly ass?

of the sobriety variety

2009-12-08T17:58:00.000-08:00

Only time I like 2 B straight
is when I'm havin'
drunk women
4 dessert.

deal me in

2009-12-08T17:57:00.001-08:00

I'm already ready 4 Spring
Ready to ring the ol' ding-a-ling

silly frog chili dog

zen again

2009-12-08T17:55:00.000-08:00

brain dizzy 2 the rot
vacation by default
as the neighbors all leave town
I do a somersault