A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Sunday, March 17, 2024

S e e > SEE!!! .. ?

Look, "gais." 

O R A L 
G H ON A REE_A 

IS  

J!U!S!T. 

___________________________________

ON THE 
F.I.T.S. 

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MP
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THE FEMALE IMPOWERMENT 

S    C     U   U      M   T EAM
FEATUREING: 

SCARLETT JOHNS
CLAIRE DANES n a k e d AND

ARTIE SVARTZENNEGRAIL 

A S 

D     O T T IE TRUNK'S GIN MASTER HIIIII-YA

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p.s. fuck off, stalker and go k!!!!!!LL A R A P I ST PLZ 'ta

SHE'SMAH LEADGAT SI COVERMODEL IMPLIED !!

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Hi, SCARL!

HE-HULK, 

LOOK. i w a n t 

FAMOUS-WOMAN!!!! 

TO BARE MY WH O O L E LOTTA 
IRISH PUBBY BITCH E S 

ON STAGE 

N O W w ww w., 


with her pushy 


P
O
S

SCRIPT!!!

SOLLY

Sorry, Gojiira you gorilla whale 
FAT AS A FISH on hearbreak 
hail hale HALE TO THE KING
of monstrausaurs 

King 
Kong 
Ain't 
GOT FUR on 


y'ores 

Saturday, March 16, 2024

intro schema w/ parts sketchy

(KMD sample) "Since the day I was born 
I was on a mission 
Never played out of position
or missing or wishing
I came out kissing was no spank
on the back side 
Just oscillating nurses 
waiting for BLACK [ THAT ] 
guy, I I was talking way 
before I could crawl 
or walk. And what 
the ladies heard 
wasn't baby talk 
I'd drop a line like 
a bomber would drop 
a BOMB. Highly explosive 
but notice I was kool 
and calm, ready 
for action at the age of one the fun 
was just beginning I was winning 
[ hi-hat comes in, some guitar drone ] 
the ladies would come with arms 
open and hoping for a kiss 
and a hug. I'd strip down HAH 
and watch the ladies bug 
I stood up for a while 
then I started walking 
I heard some lady say 
"Look who'se talking" 
That's right baby you 
can't leave me [ HIM! ] 
alone 'cause if you can't 
please me don't tease me 'cause 
I'm [ FULL BAND CRASH 
IN ] BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE 

(former spoken by Mohandas 
Dewese AKA Kool Moe Dee)

Full band (low harmony vocal 
me): WE GOT YOUR YEAR 
IN ROCK RIGHT HEAR, BAE
BAE 

I came to be the one who'd stay 
THE ANTI-NICE the opposite 
of what you meant when you talked 
shhh-T I BACK YOU UP AGAINST 

that wall! Because you're indefensible 
You lost the last 
best chance you had you can pray 
Good luck 
You can Ugly it up, but 
I'm 
The Bad 
(S. Leone inspired guitar line 
and chords) I'M 
THE BAD 
DEEER, NEEER DEEEAH DAHH
AHM 
THE BAAAAD 
get 
off 
mah 
TIP 

CONSPIRACY 
is on my side 
Step to me you get took 
for a ride, they'll lock 
You up 
They'll hide the key 
Don't put your self 
through hell for me 
AHM SO MEAN I MEAN IT ALL
My soul is indestructible 
You really ought to doubt 
your "should" 'cause God 
He is Great, 
Jesus is Good, but 
I'm 

the bad 

(Whistling part) 

toot de doodle doodle doo 
BAH NAH NAHHHHH 
der REET der ROOTLE ROO 
DAR, NAR, NAHHHH
DOOTY DOOTY DOOOOO 
nah nah nah 

DOODLE-TOODLE-TU 

HIT IT 

Spoken: destruction is 
a creative act and I love 
to create so keep the hell 
BACK. 

_________________

Band intro: 
CFO & director of BASS STRINGS
COO & director of BOOM
CEO & lead of strings 

CCO 
& assistant to the director 
of strings 

______________

Band goes in to "DESTROY" 

"Joy in Mid-Autumn"

It brings me back to the sun beating 
down and the smell of chlorine 
It brings me back to the fall 
of the leaves 
and the rape 

of Persephone. 

And when I get tired of seeing 
her face in the clouds, and 
the streaming rain 
is ready to run down, 
she calls me 

back indoors, she 
says I'm yours, 

and that's when I feel

joy.

"Rocking (To-Do)"

Here me out
I'm going to call a party. 
Here and now, inviting 
everybody. Bring 
your girlfriend bring 
your boyfriend bring 
your ex-girlfriend too 
everyone you've ever 
loved or even hated 
will do 

Just 
sit on down discussing, or 
get on up dancing 

State 
your mind or change the state 
your mind is in 

I would never tether you 
over what you hold, dear 
Bring your freaky twelve 
step program or your big 

case of beer 

We got rocking to do 
All man 
We got rocking to do 
All woman 

Now jump on up right 
and just for just one man 

'Cause only one man came 
to take his bird in hand 
shove it back under the bush 
Let it cheep-cheep a bit 

Tell that Courtney, Girl 
Next dive's for me let's 
swim still a bit, We 
Got 
Rocking 
TO-DO 
ALL MAN
has got rocking to DO-OOO, with 
ALL WO-MAAA,HANN 
has got rocking to do 

all man 
doo DAHHHHN HAS GOT 
ROCKIN' TO DOO, EWE 

with 

all 

woe 
mah 

han 


guitar solo? 

Bridge to the chorus 

Plug in the Saba Facebook Army
on backup and give me a front 
row metric ticket, please. 

Good 
girl 
Good 
boy 

Go doggo go

Harmonic Convergence '96

From the hills 
of Moraga I met 
the bull. He stood stock 
still with his big mouth 
full and I strode as I sang 
over those peaceful hills 

the song 

"We Got Rocken To Do" 

It Kills. 

Ye Olde School Voltage & Thad G Mike Dee battle-scrap vocal

does any body in the house wanna rock it won't matter I

'll scatter a half a docent at once, work up a lather and 

shatter allegory to focus upon the matter at HAND


I dip the toolbooth turnstyle TAP

IN and meet your demand, I'm 


pulling voltage 

no shortage 'cause when 

my wires were tapped i 

best the outer generator 

snagged the lightning and SAPPED 

the Transformers from the East 

to the West, I guest, well 


if you're in it to won, blest 

learn to burn it the best 

and so I pulled from the RED 

AND SAID I GOT who it takes 


Turn on the power 

and shower SPARKS

It's giving you SHAKES 

you see I live it in shivering steel and splitting wood, arcing through 

the sky as it flies, and I'll be hitting it 

good like it should be 

you're feeling it damnice 


thunder is the SOUND

but when they noise it I strike 

TWICE SMOKE in off your skin 

as I began to ignight 

to


night. Turn on the radio and hear me 

coursing through it I STRIKE 

LIKE 


:kevin bacon quicksilver sample

: VOLTAGE! ROCK AND ROLL lighten 

In, deer neer new


I am lightening

back o'time

Long since update: that is
Christy
Leigh SCHAPP!
SCHAPP! SCHAPP, real
estate fans, but don't rule
her out as Cover Girl for
the new Sports Illustrated
Professional MOMS I'D LIKE TO LOVE fat
hardcover special edition (the one with tear-out

"centerfolds" between EVERY LIKE TWO (2) PAGES? no). 


Implied nudity only, please. SI
is a Family Style Institution. It isn't Hustler, thanks. 

N.
O.
W.Good Greasy Grace before, during and at meals please, today. It's franks and beans! The killer duet combo on SAINT PADRAIC'S SNAKE EXPULSERITO BURRITO DAY FOR NIGHT! 

W
a
r
ning. No. MDMA and Roofies alike are NOT "recreational drugs" when you spike
an open container with them. "DEATH, FIRST!" quoth the mad in black. Death first.
It is fate's accomplice you tempt, and the lie detector will be admissible sentencing
phase, DNA ONLY available IF THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NONE (plus audio only
self-documentation by all the ladies) during the appeal during which you will be in
GAOL, not "jail," and violating what Russell Crowe calls "The Kiddie Raper Beef." Capisce
? Yes, Rose. We all

capisce.

This year
is for the mother's daughters and THEIR
moms. Next year for pop, pops, disco and
rock. No roll today. Steve Winwood's got

the mumps again. Sheesh. 

Friday, March 15, 2024

SO. MANY. PENNANTS

go unwon, unkept and left 
in an unkempt box where 
Jesus busses us up to the neon 
HE SAVES, body-checks Gretzghi 

and 

muffs the puck into your mouth 
like a manna wafer ONLY 
HUGE 

AND PUMPERNICKEL

back to you, Janice! 

CODE N0 COED

HINT
NO
I DON’T GAME
CODE NO 
CODE GO
SIMILAR

same. Exegesis

note in the margin

broke and wholly wholly

aves the birds got work. So it’s

true him, with Hymn, Light UP

a Lyre to toast Tyr’s day higher

as Blue herself busses it

fast lanes driving right into


town


and We’re going to

Mr Manhattan to chew


duck fat, eat fries, dip

shakes toss tomatoe pies

weep tears of beer and


frown.

Thursday, March 14, 2024

no wit

I am going to swing
like a bandolier on rapier mode
with repartee the sport
of kings, and ace the spy
in his own commode
with dagger and rose
in glinting teeth I'll grin perforce
and dare this risk: to care

Wednesday, March 13, 2024

implicit persimmons

IF

you can steal the name 
but it ain't no thang, you can 
swipe the bones but you got 

no stones 
you can ape the flesh, but I've 
Angels Left 

and you never could write 
without A.I. automasturbatory 
non-IP-havin' FALSE "DEFT," 

BUT

Still. so 

go knock y'self out, my originator, 
my collaborator, my shaking money 

maker 

my "created creator"

Welcome. BAGS N'
 COLLABS, WONDERFLUFF

____________________________

There are no persimmons, 
heah

Go check W.C.W's FRIDGE
NOTE: no plums there, eith
-err err 

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

Nothing to brag

Nothing to brag on, 
at, or about. That's pure
-ly on average 

I mean 
for me 

no dount. 

"my nude nineteen inch penis"

My Nude, Nineteen
inch waggly prong prefers
a more balanced metric! It's
actually, exact verifiably 
apt, numerically, BUT
(HUGE BUT alert) in
centimeters, thanks! 
UGH

INCHES

GROSS

Brick & Mortar

Brick and mortar smash 
and grab. Don't call the 
cops 

it's equity. For anyone poor 
just visit your nearest neigh
-borhood store! They extend 

all credit to who'll 

shoot 
stab

"rock middling"

we 

live in a false economy
. For anything true, we
must go online. So then
we pay half, just 

to lose it all.
Your love
Your life
Your wife 

and

wine. 

"birdsong"

She rises up like crack 

of dawn, punting puppies 
left and right to barge 
into the yard so strong 

and set the birdsong birds 
to flight, and only then 
by six A.M. she'll dive 
bomb 
bed 

with coffees on 
and bolt the last half
-glass of wine 

and dream the snooze 
alarm to "ON"

gentleness awry

She kneed me in the groin, 
because I need her too much 
in the crux, or I confess 

it's no mistake. She said 

I liked it 

sort of rough

wilder being

I swear to you girl, no one 
"likes it rough." That's game 
without a flame, no candle 
never get enough 

For you and me and wilder 
beings than we, or you, 
or I 

just 

can't tell a single wilder thing 
than gentleness 

all gone awry

So if you bite, you strike, 
I beat a path away, and ne'er 
return. I will not have 

you 

chasing me. O when oh 
woman will you 

learn. 

"All the pressure"

We are tamed
by all the pressure
every thing we

want

And never will she walk
her way, and never will I

start. For when you're in
the moment, every moment
falls

so
apart. 

Monday, March 11, 2024

uncool vigilante

Hey nephew
or, is it niece
we are all one
or

the other at
least if
you care to check
it, we probably

are. Not by
wish, or so
to speak,

So ask
your funny Auntie
she
has votive smoke
and candy since
I'm more the

avuncular sort,
I'd warn you off
my yard, there

SPORT.

Friday, March 08, 2024

pretty little if

If 
you were 
worried at all, mighty warrior 

all your luck 
if it all fell off 
in slinking cling 
of finest silver mail and iron
clanking

plates, just 
call 

and 

stall. 

I won't play ball, come 
charging in to swoop 
the day, 
unless you save
a breath for me
within my range

to hear you say 

ok
ok

my line breaks are.

my line 
breaks are surreal, 
she said and laughed 
like bells inside 

my head

Sunday, March 03, 2024

rape joke monday

It's RAPE JOKE MONDAY over on Consider 
Your Ass Kicked so 

Why not go? Rape me in comments 
but 
Only by your own real internetonym 

And 
ONLY

via a posted link from the news with no 
commentary of your own, so you will look 

SO BAD 

When I reply in the link's comments and you don't 
dare 

show 

up. Thnx, coward

horrorshow

Cool I love you got it for you for real, girl I say. Girl, I say. You are my girl like I am your dog, sort of. So to speak. I am the puffy-eyed gentle man you spit at
by the side of the robe, and are afraid of
secretly slipping all your clothes off
and jewelry, too but

In the Southlands, it's not done. Somewhere down dear and deep, near the Reef they call that
a miner offense, because

jewelry DUH Anyway Did I tell you that one or the reverse? Let's just sleep the sleep of the just on that one, please girl what time is it?

explain the suicides, then

You think you're so 
compassionate but you 
can't even suck your 
dick if incels' lives 
depended on the sub
-jugation of wokind
.
Well rightly so, so said, 
says I - self-care is no 

apocalypse. It might pay 
heed to keep in mind 
your own bent neck 

aimed for
one

kiss.

You think you're so 
woke but you won't 
even check your own 
at the door out of fear 
some adrenalized, test 
-osterolized Def Leppard 
fan will go ape on the 

child you love 

your inner child, then 
- call it a wash 

You claim you're such a big 
Def Leppard fan but 

but WHAT? 

Def Leppard SUCKS? 

Who are you and what 

comment verbatim from internet rando #1: AIRLING's Wasted Pilot

My automatic
official permanent-
repeat track. It turned

the whole wide world to white
noise and myself as well, while

the beat slides in, into, through and
past - leaving

a hard harsh minty
cleansed surface: inside and out

beans for eyes

beans for eyes, but 
magic 
beans of purple depths 
and gold green sheen 

that she calls gray 
as battleships, or 
grey as ghost smoke 
kitten 

tips

Parabellum 2

Your reading is perfect
poise and counterpoise, a
strong-footed amble over
uneaven meadows like

floating on breeze.

In fact I cannot quite believe
that you were reading me, more like
you read us, and burned nerves to lyres,
golden strung to strum and turned a text

into a parabellum 

parabellum (1)

Your reading is perfect poise and counterpoise, a strong-footed amble over uneaven meadows like floating on breeze.

In fact I cannot quite believe that you were reading me, more like you read us, and burned nerves to lyres, golden strung to strum and turned a text into a parabellum

Friday, March 01, 2024

Cloudhead

She loves the wet and drenching mist 
and she can get it 

just exactly right here where
she is, but she'll 
ascend the depths
to look out down 
upon the moors 

and find the clouds 
that she adores

A days, years, months, decades-old poem

A days, years, months, decades 
-old poem somehow does never 
pass without some one concluding:

he's at home. He lives and breathes 
this misery exactly NOW. 

Go pound your own sand, 
Herakles. Your seer is 
Tiresias, a legendary 
blind man bluff. Your 
poet's deaf, oh yes 

he is. 

Go Homer, my dear 
homely holmes

your 
Watson needs a rooster 
bird 

to fluff up so dramatically 
in his free P.R. puff piece 

>>WORD>>

Beck and call

Cloudhead is a German 
term for rooted feet to dance about 
with eyes all over heaven's brim 
just geeking out on shapes 
no doubt but 

It's not really German, though. 
Kind of English
Fond of Art 
Looks like she's got beams 
for eyes but don't mistake 
me now 

And
do not start. 

Tuesday, February 27, 2024

the trapped bug

I pitch woo thick 
and black as fresh 
amber caught by 
volcanic ash 
in volcanic blast 

as if of ages 
ago, never 

meaning to 

never knowing 
to whom 

for I'll be long 
dead and gone by the time the trapped bug 
can speak to you

endlessly

I find the ocean endlessly raveling

or “ravelling” - hard to say smacked
by waves in the sea salt spray and
unwinding undertowage and shit 

but when it clutches and holds you 
thrusts you down beneath the azure,
you sure do always know

which way to spin

"IT'S TIME"

IT'S TIME 
to let's go 
IT'S TIME

to sing the let's go song
IT'S TIME

So let's go! 

IT'S TIME

We won't be gone too long 
Everybody's talkin' about 
Staying in or maybe 
Going out 

Now we've got our go shoes on 
The time has come 
So come on EVERY ONE 
IT'S TIME 

to let's go 
IT'S TIME

to sing the let's go song
IT'S TIME

So let's go! 

IT'S TIME


Tuesday, January 16, 2024

Funny, though ?

I love it when people 
think I'm trying to be 
funny.

It's almost as 
funny as when people 
think I'm trying to be 
smart.
Or seem smart. 
Or BOTH, but oh
the worst one that
takes the cake
and layers on 
the brown stink
frosting is when 
some
fool
tells me I, 

I, mind you 

am pretending 
to be stupid. 
To get out of 

Helping Them 
- with something that 
sorry, is legitimately beyond
me! OK? 

So ahem and a phlegm, amen
and forever! Right now going forward 
to cataclysmic catastrophic cosmic
entropy and backward to the
beginning 
of spacetime itself:

I DO NOT 

"pretend" 

to be stupid

...

Well, I never!
It's Ok, though I love it when
absurdity heads its ugly rear some
ways up the chute, some how cute
or goofy though I guess it tickles 
or scratches some itch, even though
all impact in-question's
in the other sun of a 

hum. Hm. Even so, somewhere,
something within them 
is what's concerned or impacted,
involved in the wild delusion
or interpretation error, on that
score so to speak. In that
sense. 

And I put it hard and point it 
FINE: IN ONLY 

that sense! I do not "pretend"

And furthermore, I never  

...

not that, any
how

Tuesday, January 09, 2024

"What is it with antipsychotics and grapefruit juice?"

She asked to me 
She asked to the room, 
apparently. Within earshot of 
our server plus the tables in range 

she was 

on her "inside voice," but for her 
that noise-to-signal ratio rang out 
so clarion clear, "inside" 

our breakfast spot. 

Well, 

breaking fast with her 
was a hell of a ride