New Verse:

catch

Catch as catch can, sunlight wild
Deal from the deck, play the card
Fall sideway, soft then hard
Noticeable dip in the road
Wild and careening solid drop
Oh what a wave of life in the hills
Off to the build-up, be glad, so glad
Anything at all, to the mountaintop
Free to be, to give release
Give up, give oh right as the rain
Peace came to me on a wild ride
Oh now I believe in truth and justice
And, oh what a wicked ride
Babe babe babe
Oh weelhh that is the way.

fox

Forcing a fox to catch fish
Shrill on a stovetop, grilled pita bread
Special recipe special sauce
Total beauty super gloss
Oh wavy wisp air so cool
Hear the roar dreamy rise
Strong flow pull the bask
Hey lady baby make it all right
Oh yeah yeah oh well

Pretty face on the street
Presidential heat
In the store chasing more
Whispy shadowy dreams
Reveal soap opera glory
Turgid spell of relief
Laughing face knows the truth
Take the rise take the brisk
Hot shiny metal of truth
Can't you see the way
Babe

tiger

Tiger on the street
On the prowl juicy bowl
Fly to the capital
Special recipe just for you
Syllable up to date
Smile like irate
Babe can you see
Be the be in me
Catch fire in the belly
Shooo eeeh yeah yeah

Beautiful bright white fluorescent light
Cast glow over our bodies
Breezy whisper and shine shine
Hypnotic trance and love flow
juicy as can be real and forever
with thee that is the way
can't lie can't pretend i'm ready
to play to play as much as I can see
Read to be way cool.

One group goes that way,
The other goes there
Cross your name off the list
If you dare
Who will have the most votes
Oh, hope, yes it floats
It does, it does, oh yes
Take off that silly dress

dial

dial into greatness, trust that smile
flow into river, fly for a while
oh yeah baby

test

Write the test, vowel sound
stroke the breast beauty abound
Love the nest ultrasound
baby baby baby that's the way
Scan the sonic landscape
Find a place to swim
Wallow in the mire
Be the babe on fire
Shake the sense machine
Oh wavy weaving dream beeper
Wowing the faceless crowd
Poke holes in the slumber party
Gel with the frenzied swirl
Look at the demure party girl
Scan headlines for your name
Be the bopper in the swing
Hey baby dowse the flame
It's only you just the same
C'mon fire the flip switch
Common fly to the highest high
And see the splendid sky
Oh yeah yah on and on it goes

Latest Story Excerpt!

From 'Beverly':

Beverly's problem was that she took everything so seriously. Any jibe or kidding would be construed as a life-threatening attack and every paper-cut was an ominous sign of doom. So naturally she was an immediate suspect when Coach Wylie was killed over Thanksgiving weekend. After all, who else would want to murder sweet Miss Wylie? Miss Wylie, who would stay afterschool to help you with your front somersault or spend her lunchhour advising you on the foods that would make you excel, and who only chided one person (good-naturedly, of course): Beverly Sytzyck.

Anyone who knew Beverly could tell that living was painful for her: she twitched at every sound and grimaced at every word directed at her. You weren't sure if you felt sorry for her or if you wanted to yell at her to get it together; the easiest thing was not to think too much about her. She was pretty, though. Even the thick glasses that distorted her eyes and the unruly black hair couldn't hide a natural beauty and symmetry of features. You just wished she would smile and say nice things, but she would invariably retreat into thick books or scribbling into her dog-eared notepad. And if you said something just a little too cutting, she would stare at you deeply for a few seconds, as if she could will you into dying a slow, painful death, and then look away. It was this stare that really made everyone suspect that she might have killed Coach Wylie: most of the time, Wylie was the recipient of that death gaze.

It was Angela, poor Angela, who found Coach Wylie's body in the girl's change-room. Angela was always the first one there in the morning (we all assumed it had something to do with her complexion problem) and she came running out screaming about blood, blood, everywhere. And that's what it was: we could tell it was Wylie, because of the olive track pants, but everything else was blood, blood, everywhere. The police came quickly because the station was just three blocks down, and Principal Alea immediately told them that Wylie had had an "ongoing personality conflict" with Beverly Sytzyck. And for the first time since she entered our school that cloudy day in September, Beverly seemed totally at ease as she was led into an empty classroom by two sombre inspectors dressed in gray tweed.

No one knows what was said in that room, but next day, Beverly showed up like nothing had happened, except that her hair was now nicely combed, falling gracefully to her shoulders and she wasn't wearing her glasses. She had a serene smile and she was wearing a pretty lavender dress. We were speechless. At lunchhour, a few boys actually sat at her table, a table that had always been her private island. Now, she laughed coyly at what they were saying and ran a hand breezily through her hair; we simply stared dumbstruck at the scene.

At graduation, Beverly was, of course, the top student, and she gave the valedictorian address. "In this life, we must take it upon ourselves to be vigilant and see things clearly and, if problems exist, we must meet them with courage and solve them decisively," was her closing sentence. She then bowed demurely and we could only clap politely and watch transfixed as she beamed out at us with her overpowering smile.