To be

Lost to the ages--
Not so bad

I'm a dash man

I'm a dash, man.
I mad ash, man.
I mad! ash=man
-Ima Dashman

Short poems

I could sit
Eating this taco forever
With the breeze and scene


I'm no foot fetishist
But I sure would
Suck that toe ring off


The Israeli girl
Sanctifying her tank top
Serves falafel

A poster of this?

Intellectual girls worrying about their butts.

Fest

If you don't get at least a little nauseous, you didn't do it right.

Open letter to the Gap

You're not selling boxer-briefs with interesting patterns anymore. Don't think I haven't noticed.

Guess

I'm thinking of a number between one and two.

I'm thinking of a concept between beautiful and irresistible.

I'm thinking of a fruit between raspberries and figs.

He of the lascivious hugs

Are we right to demand grins and good moods from salespeople and librarians?

Jamba Juice has become shorthand for something.

I rarely have the energy to order customized sandwiches.


Rocket tits
(Going to be a long, long time)

Thumb nail

That one about the hotel bar.

More mandolin

I like doing push-ups in hotel rooms.

I like soft guitars building to something.

(For a song not to work in a movie...)

Wisconsin

Driving to Madison, stopping in Whitewater.

I have my towns, you have yours, plus we can share.

Have to admit

A cross up high against a grey sky looks pretty great.

Everybody's an expert now

Folks grabbing their crotches and saying, "Google this."

Could power a what

The cumulative grace and beauty of all waitresses

I'm not going to argue

What you see when you look at yourself in an antique mirror.

I'm not going to argue

What you see when you look at yourself in an antique mirror.

Through the scratchitti

Let's just go with the idea of heaven as a lounge in the clouds.

Steve Martin's Art Collection

I'd like to sculpt all the dumb things I've said into a mountain, and shove it somewhere out of the way.

People should eat most food like wine enthusiasts drink wine.

Remember me to Cedar Hill. And to that other hill that doesn't have a name.

What sort of God can't handle some ribbing?

Men explaining phenomena

How about I'll be the blurry figure in the back of the picture.

Ramble on

I can't be in every park at once.
Or can I?

I've seen turtles here before.

These are some stand-up squirrels.

Maybe it's that rare wookpecker that people are arguing about.

After seeing the late-afternoon sun dance on the lake, I understand why you like those sparkly shoes.

(My friend says he has no Great Egrets, and refers to his bathroom as a Turd Sanctuary.)