There's A Fish Frying At The Green House

There's a fish frying at The Green House
mayonnaise and ungar's herring
cooling in the empty frigidair
swimming in a sea of kosher salt
& passed up sperm
Ten thousand marlboro men
walk a death march
down the stickley steps
From the boudoir
the heiress screams for her shoes
the dogs reply the king is dead

There's a fish frying at The Green House
The cook cackles furiously
cracking blood spotted quail eggs
against the window pain
spraying the queens olive oil
in a zig zag across a bed of basil and thyme
5th avenue wood nymphs dance
in a drug induced haze
to the laboring psalm of
"The Way You Look Tonight"
while Julia Child nods her head
The dogs scream Je suis decu!

There's a fish frying at The Green House
The heir is reading Dr. Seuss
his rosy cheeks filled with laced chocolate
and milk of magnesia
his elbows resting
against the history of creation
burn marks and all
No one tells it like it is
he mumbles under his lips
This is not a free country
This is not the home of my youth
The dogs howl in agreement

There's a fish frying at The Green House
love letters have arrived
dripping with hungarian sweat
smelling of payback and pogrom
with no return address
a pornographic telegram
posted to the cook
is tucked inside the pocket
of the Los Angeles Times crossword
The heiress rubs
mediterranean oil on to her scalp
& ushers the the postman on his way
The dogs attack

There's a fish frying at The Green House
The guests have arrived
bearing crisp vanilla stationary
notarized and carbon copied
by the government of world peace
The china looks lovely
The cook is tired
The heiress is beautiful
The heir is starving
The dogs are dead

There's a fish frying at The Green House

The Coin Has Flipped

"We are black and white
In our mouths
A four leaf clover
We bite down hard
To starve
The sweet away..."



I have been shocked
Right to the core. Shocked! I say.
In thirty minutes, Philip has summed up the very essence of me.
In thirty minutes, Philip has tripped my brain, flipped the coin
A ruckus in The Green House

I had a feeling it was going to be good, but I could never have prepared for that.
Now often, one walks through life thinking they've got a few things figured out.
Anyone with half a grain of intuition has asked certain questions, certain truths of themselves.
And I can say with full confidence, that I have been asking those questions since birth. Intent on finding answers, purpose and the like.

In my research of this topic I thought myself quite acute, quite the goody two shoes, quite the master.
I stand quite corrected.

Every perspective, every certainty has been thrown out.
The coin has flipped and I am looking at an entirely different picture.
The tail
So I've been living with the head, the face, the vanity and the distaste of narcissism gone wild.
The when do I get mine, isn't it my time sort of me me me chant.
And I have been duped, by myself, to believe it was godly and good.
Not so good.
So all the communications, complications, situations were, to be honest and the in words of the late MJ, "with love", my fault.
Now there's no blame game, no spiraled shame, no woe is me, can't you see how terribly awful I can be?
That's just a load of bullshit.
And more importantly, this is no time for distraction.

It has been my fault. It has been my selfish, albeit, adorable narcissism that has crumbled each and every relationship and opportunity to date.
Putting myself before the rest of the world.
A starving, salivating grip on being right and making certain anyone crossing my path yields to my theories, reason and rhyme.

And all the wise man said was "give"
Now I've always claimed to be giving. I've always thought I've been doing my very best.
Ha!
Yes, I've given..
Given up
I've given up on anyone that doesn't follow my rules.
And of course, there is a gray area, there always is, but he said it is my life purpose to give. That I've come in to this world selfish and I would agree.
He said, "Don't be stupid, but in the area of giving there shall be no limit"

Those who are close to me when the doors are shut and the windows are drawn have had enough experience to agree, that I tend to chew on a topic until I am resolved. Not the other way around.
Or shall I say, not your way around.
Those who are close have spent sleepless nights in the back and forth of my insanity and unforgiving narcissism.
Those who are close can attest to have witnessed my exhausting displays of "not letting it go"

Well hear this!
The thanksgiving day parade is about to grace the Los Angeles streets and I am eating my own turkey.
I may bite off a little at a time. Grand claims are usually the strongest sign of foolish manipulations and shallow ends. So I will chew slowly, I will savor my progress, I will swallow with dignity.
Aquarius!!!!
It is the season for change and it's on me, no one else.
I sit at The Green House, excited, hopeful and clearly charged.
I will eat the head
I will leave the tail
I will flip the coin, wholly.

Zenyatta

Zenyatta

Miss trick
How you ride
You storm the dusty earth
You slither with a smile
Making your rounds
Dashing foul hearts
Heroine
She horse
Victor
Starlette!

You've led the boys to drink
Sulking in their sweat
You've made the wise one's weep
No regret
No regret
No regret

Zenyatta
Will you ride again
Will you take your bow
Legacy to me
Mother to the hopeful
Menace to the men

Apples and carrots to you my friend
Forever

Stone Cold

Oh
There you are
In your cave
Hiding out like the bear

Taking time
Wearing walls
You're too good to share

You don't show love
You don't speak
You don't feel anything
You use it up
Yeah you do
Yes, it's true
I know you

You're stone
You're stone cold
You stone me

See
Sun is sad
Runs away
Even angels turn their wings

To your kind
Dumb and blind
Even jokers judge your word
And see

You don't show love
You don't speak
You don't feel anything
You use it up
Yeah you do
Yes, it's true
I know you

You're stone
Stone cold
You stone me

No
I'm not yellow
I'm not scared
Not of you and what you are

I'm the same
I'm the devil
Breathe the air
That you starve

You don't show love
You don't speak
You don't feel anything
You use it up
Yeah you do
Yes, it's true
I know you

You're stone
Stone cold
You stone me

You're stone
Stone cold
You stone me

You're stone
Stone cold
You stone me