the ploy

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 21:40:00 +0000

Joe, smokes, and pizza:
essentials of the campaign.
Running for ulcers.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 17:00:00 +0000

Russell Paul's birthday
is right around the corner.
Another year gone.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 01:40:00 +0000

The best taste of fall
is apple cider doughnut
in upstate New York.

noreply@blogger.com (Russell) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 15:10:00 +0000

Found a bicycle.
Fixed it with a butter knife.
Rode it for three hours.

noreply@blogger.com (Russell) — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 15:38:00 +0000

On Canada Day
everything in town is closed
except for the beer.

noreply@blogger.com (Russell) — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 05:00:00 +0000

Wind snaps the oak branch;
acorns roll off the tin roof
like Dude’s bowling ball.

noreply@blogger.com (Russell) — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 05:00:00 +0000

One drowns the garden
and screws the bolt too tightly
with good intentions.

noreply@blogger.com (Russell) — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 05:00:00 +0000

The arugula
sends up a single flower—
its flag on the moon.

noreply@blogger.com (Russell) — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 14:49:00 +0000

One can tell a lot
by the way someone eats
his corn on the cob.

noreply@blogger.com (Russell) — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 17:44:00 +0000

Speed bumps and road humps
always sit past the shade line
where you can’t see them.

noreply@blogger.com (Russell) — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 18:08:00 +0000

First tune of the gig.
A spring on my horn snaps off.
I pack up in shame.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 19:53:00 +0000

It’s so humid that
I need to loosen my watch
to a bigger size.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 14:18:00 +0000

spring becomes summer
humidity increasing
need to get AC

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 14:22:00 +0000

Dry aging rib eyes
in the bottom of my fridge.
I await the funk.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 10:01:00 +0000

Vegan muffins suck.
Butter in the batter is
the right way to bake.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 14:15:00 +0000

King salmon fillet
with two types of fresh relish
and corn on the cob.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Thu, 29 May 2008 12:23:00 +0000

Cabbie drove to work
with emergency brake on
and went the wrong way

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Wed, 28 May 2008 12:27:00 +0000

Cab stunk like carcass
for second day in a row.
Homes, smell ya later.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Sat, 24 May 2008 05:00:00 +0000

Chris Potter is the
finest saxophone player
I have ever heard.

noreply@blogger.com (Russell) — Fri, 23 May 2008 05:00:00 +0000

Say what you will, but
Radiohead always gives
a great rock concert.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Thu, 22 May 2008 05:00:00 +0000

My lady and friend,
soon it will be your birthday.
We will celebrate.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Wed, 21 May 2008 13:52:00 +0000

Stone wall in the woods—
I wonder who built it and
who carried the rocks.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Wed, 14 May 2008 05:00:00 +0000

Vacation over,
but my travel partner is
still drunk from last night.

noreply@blogger.com (Adam) — Tue, 13 May 2008 14:13:00 +0000

South Beach, Miami—
where the sun is hot and the
people are dark gold.

noreply@blogger.com (Russell) — Sun, 11 May 2008 00:28:00 +0000

High of ninety-five.
After sweating all day long
ice fell from the sky.