Sunday, May 31, 2015


illustrated by palomine studios

i was walking down the track
with a monkey on my back
the monkey's name was joe
but he didn't seem to know

that my name was really sam
and not father abraham
as i had falsely claimed
when i had to take the blame

and do some hard time
for an unspeakable crime
for which i was accused
because i was born to lose

the beautiful and best
they never let you rest
they twist your primate tail
as into the sun they sail

and the moon can not compute
the monkey that is mute
but it whispers in my ear
as i dissolve in total fear

into a puddle in the road
but the train is never slowed
it comes roaring around the bend
as all my troubles end

and the monkey, quite untroubled
floats away in a silver bubble
to a distant galaxy
where everything is free

Tuesday, May 12, 2015


illustrated by palomine studios

billy jones decided to test the limits of freedom.

he did not go to school on a particular day.

instead he went to a supermarket and bought two dozen eggs.

he took the eggs to the nearest subway station and boarded a train to the suburbs.

the car was about half full. there were a good number of people of all ages, but there was enough room for billy to maneuver .

billy took the eggs out of his shopping bag and began throwing them at the riders.

he was quite close to them, and did not miss any, with the eggs he managed to throw.

he was overpowered by two muscular young men who were laughing heartily at the proceedings.

the two young men held billy down after a very brief struggle.

the transit police came and arrested billy, and then turned him over to the county sheriff’s office.

billy was held in a cell by himself until his grandmother came. he was released on her personal recognizance and ordered to appear in court the next week on charges of vandalism and disturbing the peace. he was told he should consider himself fortunate he was not charged with assault.

while waiting for his grandmother billy reflected on the lesson he had learned.

freedom was an illusion.

Monday, May 11, 2015

the best

illustrated by palomine studios

bud was a regular guy.

he went to work every day and paid his taxes.

he was a football fan. and a nascar fan. basketball, not so much, and baseball bored him.

one day he had to take time off from his job to go downtown to see his lawyer.

the lawyer who was handling his divorce.

when bud arrived at the lawyer’s office the receptionist told him the lawyer was running late and hoped he did not mind waiting.

bud decided to grab a bite to eat.

there was a little pizza place a few doors down from the lawyer’s office.

they also served burgers and hot dogs and bud ordered a couple of hot dogs and a coke.

he was asked if pepsi was o k and he said sure.

the hot dogs were really good.

damn, these are the best hot dogs i ever ate, bud thought.

i wouldn’t mind getting divorced every day if i could get hot dogs like these.