A Diamond Met A Pearl

a diamond met a pearl
with the kissing of two girls
as two necks interlocked
two jewels talked for the first time

a skirt approached a pair of pants
asked her if she would like to dance
a bellybutton ring felt
the buckle of a leather belt
coming undone

the blending of the two perfumes
graced the room like flower blooms
as the two undressed
two friends connected breast to breast

an ear discovered
the whisper of a lover
and then two soft tongue tips
tasted two new sets of lips

on and on went the seduction
on this night of introductions
and the diamond said goodbye
to the pearl
with a sigh
as the two necks came unlocked
the jewels never talked
the same way again

a trail of smoke
followed every word she spoke
with marijuana breath
she said she loved her to death

a cloud of thoughts drifted
as the listener lifted
her glass to offer cheers
to the absense of fears

they shared the same smile
and wore it for a while
unti it was the only thing
they were wearing

the closer they drew
the higher they flew
as if flying on a kite
holding on
holding tight

they caterpillared into
something friends can be open to
this sharing of passion
in such a beautiful fashion
embracing change
and butterflying away

- Cabe Lindsay

(featured in the poetry forum 05.29.09)

US Funky A

How about we blend our patriotic colors
and create a lilac new beginning
that's all right with me
I would liiike this flag
I would lilac it!

While the new paint is still saucy
on our American flag
let's go greeen
I'm thinking green consciousness
let's spread it on like guacamole
with an olive swirl here
and a lime green smudge there
green on purple
yes, that's a funky good start
for a vibrant rebirth
in the US Funky A

How about we drown fat brushes
into orange upliftment
and yellow cheer
lightning bright colors to lighten up our flag
with optimistic splashes
let's dunk our hands in lava-red paint buckets
and slap some fiery passion
onto our new canvas

Let's mix the rainbow
I'll milk that rainbow
until it spills all its crayons out
how about we gather all the crayons
throw them into a melting pot
generate a funky brown wax
and paint our flag brown

How about we add curves to the straight old stripes
let's drop the stars and do polka dots of all sizes
one for every state in the US Funky A
one dot each for the states of bliss
peace, harmony, ecstasy, Texstasy, Hawai-ai-Yow!

How about we explore
the infinite shades between coffee and cream
mooore than explooore
let's adore these brown tones
from caramel to mocha

We are one brown nation
We are wonderfully brown
in the US Funky A

How about we jazz up our national anthem
let's funk it up, for funk's sake
let's James brown it
with a syncopated bass line here
some luscious sexophone there
something danceable
something romanceable

How about we build ourselves
smile-shaped boats
set sail under brown American flags
boogie around the world
offering boat rides
to smiling, happy, hip people
let's carry them by the boatload to our shores
and make ours a country of smilers

Let's smile for the US Funky A, man!

How about we smile more
let's draw smiles on our money
I want to see George Washington's
smiling wooden teeth
Abraham Lincoln, smile, you wonderful man
Teddy Roosevelt, surprise us
with your fine mustachioed smile
and if you won't
then I know someone who will
I'm ready for Obama on the $1 bill

- Cabe Lindsay

(featured in the poetry forum 12.03.08)

Sheldon’s Leap

Sheldon flipped out of the water as if thrown from a reverse whirlpool, spinning. Falling back under the billows, he descended to a comfortable level where he could visualize his next flight attempt. His tail-end waved goodbye to water world and he met to the sky again, reborn airborne.

His eyes burned in the daylight. Still, he refused to blink for the fear of missing a moment of this bliss. At the peak of his leap, he saw a magenta flying object with its beak pointed at him. Before Sheldon dropped back to in crest, a stray kit zipped down and smacked his back.

He crash landed on the surface of the water with a punctured spine. A fuchsia blur haunted his vision. Unable to move, he somehow flew. Down and down he flew. Falling and falling. Closing his eyes, he disappeared into the black.

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 11.18.08)

Dynamite Woman

Shining light
Cascades from her mouth
And eyes, like coals
Burn into those she knows
He is one that knows her
Well enough to know she could burn him up
He is tinder to her
Lightning

He dare not cross any line
He dare not offer any wine
Fearing the love bomb
He dare not even share his mind

Candlelight
Reflects on a pool of melted wax
The dancing of the flame
Reminds him of her
He blows the candle out
But the fire still remains
Douses it with water
And it lights up again

He grows deeply afraid
He builds a barricade
Fearing the love bomb
He is an anxious hand grenade

Dynamite
Finds him on a restless night
Sparks flying from her
lit fuse
He thinks it best
to refuse her
Even if it means
he will lose her

He does not let his heart go
He does not share his lonely soul
Fearing the love bomb
He does nothing, even though
He wants to explode

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 11.18.08)

Long Hair Windy Day

A woman with hair to her hips
Entangled herself with
A man with a beard to his beltline
On a wildly windy day

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 11.18.08)

Nashielly #1

He offered her anything
She opted for scuba diving
He showed her the flippers
She secured the oxygen tanks
They held hands and
Jumped off the boat together
Underwater her hair swam
His lips blew bubbles
They quietly laughed
Trying not to alarm
Two sleeping electric eels
He kept an eye out for barracudas
She kept an ear out for sharks
She spotted a seahorse
And a lobster
The size of a cat
She showed him the jellyfish float
He showed her the breast stroke
They climbed coral towers
Their bodies lit up
And then darkened again
As lantern fish passed by
They heard dolphins
They hoped to see whales
But they were satisfied
Just to be swimming
Together

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 11.18.08)

In The Now

I’ve been waiting for the moonlight
to flicker out of sight
and a new moon to come
I’ve been hoping for a new sun
to replace the old one
I’ve been listening for a new song
so I can sing along
I’ve been living for the future

I’m in the now, now
the music that I hear is coming from me
I’m singing because I’m satisfied
with the now, now
I’m in the now, now

There was a time when
I used to wonder
who I will become
Now that I am him I’m still wondering
I used to wonder
if it was too late to start over again
I was living in the past then

I’m in the now, now
the music that I hear is coming from me
I’m singing because I’m satisfied
with the now, now
I’m in the now, now

I’m not looking far or near
I’m staying right here
I’m not going back or forward
I’m going up
Now I’m living for the moment
in the present
I’m in the now, now

I’m in the now, now
the music that I hear is coming from me
I’m singing because I’m satisfied
with the now, now
I’m in the now, now

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.31.08)

Eugene from Eugene

Eugene from Eugene
watched the sun up one Sunday
Waked up and baked up
to start out the high way

The man had a head full of
ideas and dreadlocks
thought he’d run a marathon
to break in his flip-flops

Never before had there been so many toes
gathered onto one street in the city of roses

When the mob at the scene
saw Eugene in his sarong
they thought he was wearing a dress
they were wrong

At gunshot the runners came out in a flurry
Eugene’s strategy was no hurry no worries

Slowly he dropped to the back of the pack
having no need for the speed that he lacked

Minutes and hours and seconds blew by
and the audience grew by the smiles in their eyes

Spectators were stunned
when the hippie appeared
to be gaining momentum,
they stood up and cheered

The ladies were loud and the women were rowdy
he offered a peace sign to settle the crowdy

The media covered Eugene on TV
Some ants brought their nephews
and nieces to see

On the twenty-sixth mile his flip-flops were torn
on the runway adorned in petals and thorns

He finished the race at a leisurely pace
Came in at four-hundred-and-twentieth place

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.31.08)

Doobie Scoo

Blown out like smoke from the Mystery Machine
A new episode with the same old theme

Scooby Doo, Where Are You?

Just as they walk into the situation
Shag and Scoob leave the group without negotiation

Scooby Doo, Where Are You?

Velma says, I wonder where Scoob and Shag went to
What kind of trouble are they getting into
We’d better find them before those bad dudes do
Let’s find the stoner and his dog

Into a bedroom from out of nowhere
Fred’s taking Daphne to begin their search there

Scooby Doo, Where Are You?

Clever Velma, one-sixty-nine IQ
If you could find your glasses you could find a clue

Scobby Doo, Where Are You?
My Doobie, Where Are You?

Maybe they are freaked out by all of the masked men
Dressed up as ghost pirates trying to scare them
Maybe they stumbled into a booby trap
Only to discover the key to the mystery

Velma considers her options and comes up with a plan
To entice them with Scooby Snacks from back at the van

Scooby Doo, Where Are You?

Screaming, Where has that dog gone dog gone, may I ask?
She lights up the van, like a lighter to grass

Scooby Doo, Where Are You?
My Doobie, Where Are You?

Inside the van, she finds her stash empty
Vanished the way of the tasty and tempting
And right behind her, tripping out of the floor
There lies that hippie and his dog

Knowing they’re in for an earful of nagging
With doggy dog Scooby barks, Ruh Roh Raggy

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.31.08)

Kiss Me Like

I’ll go first.
Kiss Me Like
it’s our first time
hesitancy
rosy dimples. X O X O
I like this game

Now you.
Ummm.
I have one
Kiss Me Like
I’m a rockstar
Which one do you wanna be?
Janis? smile Yeah, Janis Joplin
X O X O X X O
Mmm
You’re a big fan of hers
I can tell

Kiss Me Like
I’m your lesbian lover
bed springs
X x x o oh ohh

I liked that one a lot
Me toobie

Kiss Me Like
Like you looove me

x o x o

Kiss Me Like
you want me right now
zips

and snaps.
x o x o x o x o x o x oh x Oh x o

You wanna play a game? Okaybee, baby
It’s called Kiss Me Like
blush
How do you play?
I’ll show you

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.21.08)

The Dreaming Pad

I woke up with a picture newly dreamed
a vague impression of a vision blurred.
The image was escaping me it seemed
a breaking mem’ry of a thought absurd.
But I would not allow it to be lost
the dream receding quickly as it came.
Recovering the notion that I tossed
I wrote it down and gave the dream a name.
I fell asleep again to think some more,
anticipating other dreams to add
to my collection of the ones before.
I had them written in my dreaming pad.

When I woke up for real I made a note
about my dream about a dream I wrote.

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.21.08)

Happy Berfday, Julie

happy berfdaY, julie
half-way to fifty-twO
i haven’t foUnd a pREsent
this song will hAve to do.

you’re not much older than me
But even if you were
i’d try to Act aBout my agE,
older if you prefer.

you know, you’re such a sweetie
your nIcknaMe could be sucker
my lips would like to kiss you
you mAke them want to pucker.

and ever sinCe i met you
my teeth cAnnot stop grinning;
this song’s BEcoming lousy
it hAs beeN since Da beginning.

THanks for beAring wiTh me
thIS poem’s ALLmost done
happy berfday, julIe
i Hope you’re hAVing fun.

happy bErfday twenty Times
and six mOre after that
and seven thouSAnd more to come
i hope that i’ll BE where you’re at.

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.21.08)

Dead Body Falls Naked Off Cliff

In a feature story about a running stiff
The papers read, Dead Body Falls Naked off Cliff

A man visiting Switzerland was hiking in the woods alone
In the heart of a mission to know the great unknown
He discovered a pathway that charmed him to the crazy bone
Climbed by the cliffside on a path carved in the stone

The trail was all his own that day
Overlooking the village of Champery
He reminisced the paintings of Monet
Embracing the view along the way
The signs said BEWARE, but he did not obey

Something terrible happened when he reached the peak
He might have been stupefied by the mountain and its mystique
Or maybe it was the altitude that made his willpower weak
For whatever reason this man was compelled to streak

He threw his clothes and fears aside
Running the length of the mountainside
Barefooted and naked at full stride
The townspeople watched him, horrified

Rounding the corner did not go quite as he planned
His momentum guided him at a speed that he could not stand
He continued to haul ass right through the railing and
The trip took him down down down to the Promised Land

In a feature story about a running stiff
The papers read, Dead Body Falls Naked off Cliff

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.13.08)

El Camino Meets Jetta

An automobile broke down
heading uphill
on a mountain pass
and pulled to the side of the highway
Waiting there
the car, an El Camino
exhaled a dying breath of smoke
against the black sky of a new moon
Lights blinking
thinking about dying
and trying to survive
tires sticking to the icy road
In the darkness
the hazards stopped ticking
and the wind hissed
like a snake, biting cold
Lying as still as a frosty coffin
the El Camino was struck warmly
by two carressing sunbeams
piercing through the pines
A glowing Jetta
buzzed next to the El Camino
with no trailer hitch
no tow rope
With nothing apparent to offer
to alleviate the El Camino’s suffering
the Jetta nudged her bumper
against his
The El Camino, frozen
could not budge
even when the Jetta offered a push
her tires spinning out
So she punched into gear
smacked him from behind
and flying sparks
ignited his wheels into motion
The Jetta impelled the El Camino
all the way to the peak of the pass
and she sent him
coasting

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.13.08)

Absence of Phish

Quietly
they stood by the pond
pondering the absence of phish
poles dangling
without a ripple
the phans were phishing for a song

The phish were missing from the pond
but the crowd of phans remained
phishermen of songs
bandannas and sundresses
grizzlybeards and hempsters
listening to the absence of phish

Phishermen of songs
dancing, hula-hooping
to soundless memories of music
lost in harmonic walkabouts
acoustic daydreams
the phish were missing from the pond

The phans were phishing for a song
casting their lines
hoping for a bassline riff
a bluegrass fiddle
mandolin or banjo
but it was silent in the absence of phish

Phishermen of songs
waiting for the
errant drummer’s pattern
or a guitarist to lead them adrift
craving brilliant flaws of music
from the twang of fretbuzz
to the purest voicebreaks
genuine, authentic errors
of perfect imperfection
somehow still
the phishermen were not deterred
by the absence of phish
the phans were phishing for a song

The phish were missing from the pond

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.13.08)

Smoke Signals

Shelly has excellent puffmanship
her smoke signals verbalize
in calligraphic elegance

curling plumes among the best of them
blowing stylish rings

she speaks to me
with every chimney hit she breathes
carving letters with her tongue
exhaling words that snake across the air
like dancing ghosts

gracefully, she writes
expressions of pleasure
Oooo
repeatedly puffing
the one word mantra
ooooOOO
meditating
OOooo

billowing words
with her visible tokes

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.05.08)

Sun Day

Yesterday was a Sun Day
tomorrow is a Friday
Today, like yesterday, is a Sun Day

Last weekend I was thinking
about what it is I’ve been seeking
right after I defined it
I left the house to find it

Yesterday was a Sun Day
tomorrow is a Friday
today, like yesterday, is a Sun Day

Last Winds Day I was listening
to the breezes whispering
they told me “do not look down,
the sun is all around you”

Yesterday was a Sun Day
tomorrow is a Friday
today, like yesterday, is a Sun Day

Last Monday was a Rain Day
it was a plain day, it was a painful day
but I found the sun Today
Today is a Sun Day

Today is a Sun Day
my spirits are raising
Today is an awesome day
Today is amazing

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.05.08)

Misplaced On A Pillowcase

Like an alligator’s mouth
eyelashes bite down
to the floor my body falls

everything is
still except for the rapid eye movement
there are no worries on my mind
just the inevitability of a good night-
mare.

I am tired like a highway
fast asleep
driving wherever this dream takes me

This tunnel, I’m traveling in
is becoming steeper heading down down down
Down

My speed is
Increasing.
and the road is deepening like a well.
Into blackness.

am I falling or am I flying?
am I flying or am I falling?
am I flying or am I falling?
am I falling or am I flying?

it’s so dark. I can’t see
the hands in front of my face
am I escaping gravity
or is the ground escaping me?

look out below
I’m dropping like a stone
thrown from a mountainside
the night is darker than I’ve ever seen
who-turned-out-the-lightning!

I am an arrow fired from the highest of the clouds
I am an avalanche of sound in silence

falling perpetually
Into blackness.

am I falling or am I flying?
am I flying or am I falling?
am I flying or am I falling?
am I falling or am I flying?

Breathtaking. Awakening
to a reality with visions fading
Disaster, my destiny
you always wake up with me

All these ideas spill on the pillowcase
I misplace my dreams

- Cabe Lindsay

(added 10.05.08)

Larry's Birthday Present

Both of them belonged, at first
to worlds of loneliness or worse
on separate mountains
on different islands
on distant oceans
without notions
of their other half's existence

Larry was one-of-a-kind
his mother was a platypus
his dad a hippopotamus
her labor was laborious
the birth, of course, victorious

Similarly squirrelly,
Lori was the hairy daughter
of a lion and an otter
nature hadn't ever seen
a comparably keen
and fiery
queenly being

These two future mates
shared two common traits:
their unprecedented strangeness
yes, foreign derangeness
as well as peculiar palpitation
of offbeat cardiovascular tempo
as a result of a unique heart condition
their primary organs of affection
were bursting with treasures
so immeasurable
so pleasurable
the overflow spilled onto others
unknowingly blessing these people
in their presences
with lovely loving lovejuice

Larry was hilarious
Lori was hilorious

Their paths were misaligned
until the day they intertwined

Larry was hilarious
Lori was hilorious
together they were merrious
the days they shared were glorious

Many planets wined and dined them
when their two fine minds combined, then
suns shined divinely
from their kiss-induced sparks
comets crossed asteroid belts
moons collided with moons
one colossal black hole swallowed them up
with an emotionally
explosionally
stellar gulp
the after taste of which
refreshed the universe

Space licked its lips and smiled.

- Cabe Lindsay

Dangerous Guilt Trip #34

An old New Mexican
walking in snakeskin boots
followed a tumbleweed
into the hills

a rattlesnake, crawling
hissed when he recognized
the skin of the snake
on the man's snakeskin shoes

the old man jumped back
fearing a snake attack
knowing his boots might be
mighty offensive

On the defensive
the cowboy extended
the heel of his foot
like a spear to the snake
or a dagger

he staggered
then punched his boot forward
crushing the snake
and killing it instantly

A western Indian
walking in moccasins
followed coyote tracks
into the hills

a buffalo, roaming
grunted when it registered
the leather on the moccasins
belonged to his friend

the Indian grabbed his gun
afraid of the bison
pulled a trigger
fired a bullet
into his own shoe

He stared down the bull
through the sole in the hole
of his foot
remembering the cow
that he blasted
two seasons ago

with a teardrop of guilt
sliding down his dry throat
he questioned his intentions
and threw down his pistol

The Native American
glared at a set of two
hideous eyeballs
who wanted to
murder him

in an instant
the Indian ran in a line in the opposite direction on a path that was straighter than the arrow in his fist, pointing ahead of him

as he ran
ran
Ran with his
eyes burning
unable to blink

At the top of
the hills
the brave man
ran into
the New Mexican
and there was a sudden
and utterly devilish sound
of an arrowhead
piercing a body
simultaneously
with the signature slice
of a bottle of liquor
broken at its neck

The buffalo
sniffed out
the site of the massacre
where three bodies baked
in the sagebrush and sun

The buffalo
arrived
in a state of compassion
understanding
that the soul
of a person
and that of an animal
lives on
beyond
its skin

- Cabe Lindsay