Easter/Beck

Uneasy
Offbeat
where has
the old EASTER/BECK
game gone,
and what
is the new,
just a few
licks of promise
laying back
on the foundation
of joyful
creation,
suddenly it
has disappeared,
familiar faces
comfy places
the same channel
theme songs
replays
reviews, who’s who,
even the daily
rag is skewed,Release
things change
shit happens
I get that,
but all at once,
leaves me
skewed like
a dunce:
head swirling
the cameras
have switched
over to hi def,
low light on
the theater stage
broken guitar
strings, my
heart brings it
home, alone,
butterball fluffs
on the trees
months early,
no stress,
all access to
everyone, but
nobody’s home,
they are out
searching for
themselves
too,
the HUMAN
ZOO
comes to order,
south of the
border: RELEASE.
©J.W. WINSLOW 5/1/14

 

Sherry Cake

Scrumptious
sensual
SHERRY CAKE
the memories
of such
are so sweet,
SHERRY CAKE
back to moments
of no great worries
nothing to fear
nowhere to hurry,
jump forward
to now:
the blast and
the prime
a schedule that
angles to
wild and sublime
but mostly requires
the utmost of care
time/love/energy
buyer beware,
we traveled to
FANCY for my
special day
and found the
Fab restaurant
in sorry decay,
but life has
taken such
hairpin turns
it makes me
wonder and
truly yearn
for the times
of simplicity
no eithnic diversity
not polictially correct
a détente to connect
all the dotted lines,
humans who talk
from both sides
of their mouth,
pretend to go north
when they really
head south,
I long to refine
the falsetto taste
bittersweet alcolades
the life made
in haste,
fill empty pages
with heaven
and lace,
just savor the
SHERRY CAKE
down to the crumbs
live life in
harmony
where loving
is plumb,
bring back
the caramel
and my mother’s
good care,
spoon feed a fantasy
but still, be aware
the stakes are
changing
the world
rearranging,
take time
for yourself,
slash the roses
of strife:
be free and sure,
and hang on
to your life!

JWWinslow:4/1/14

Queen of Sherry Cake

Snooty Ladies

The room was
jammed with
SNOOTY LADIES,
ultra top shelf
SNOOTY LADIES
full of themselves
noses above
the  Common Line
so distinct and
very fine,
quite  divine, that air,
there was a time
when I would care,
cringe and creep away
what more to say,
empowered by the
thought of money,
it’s all that powder
and wealth, honey,
but soon I noted
not a smile, nor happy
pants , all worthwhile
instead the grim and
snippy stance,
without a cheerful
warming glance,
what  to do,
how can
one chew  and
spit out such
romance, without
a doubt
a  roundabout
was coming due,
and I just knew
the time had come
to leap upon the stairs,
race around the
arty bounds
and hide behind
the chairs,
I could not laugh
for fear they’d hear
and find me
snaking at crosshairs
upon the floor
and out the door,
never come back
never more,
all that past stuff
gone at last
I shall never
be aghast
at poor and mighty
simple folks,
different things
and different strokes,
I am sublime
just like this,
with a hug and
take your riches
take your charms
throw them into
Satan’s arms,
don’t  be afraid to own
your deeds,
the time will come
when you
will heed,
the seed is planted,
let it bleed!

JWWinslow:3/1/14

Original Art