Webwares

VOLUME 8 TABLE OF CONTENTS

WEBWARES

a cosmic king tut's outlet

Unstrap your straps, unsnap your snaps

unhook your hooks, and let laces fly,

Let's try some enchanting corsetry.

Whip out your wantabe wig and log on.

Romantic swim and dance wear

to parade naughty in, snuggle up

loungewear, active and gorgeous,

an art education for the shopper,

the plus and petite, the tall and the tiny,

enchanted clothing for the pre-teen,

exotic images of soul symbol to go,

catalog icons to click on, medallions

fit for the breast of all enthusiasts,

the rare seal of the beer maker,

his guns, flags and bugles, deer mountings,

and coins of extinct currency

neatly stacked in columns.

Tired of too many little saxophones?
Behold a myriad of Music Treasures.

Flush out the unthinkable, gold faucets or

6000 ideas for a toilet, dreams on doorsteps,

Peterman poetry dribbling down your mail-slot.

A day to earmark on Elvis calendars,

red lettered on your 365 day cat collection

draped with grapes of crewel embroidery

swag and volute, festooned for Victorian Tea,

with hand-crafted reproduction water fowl

and swan-shaped classic Rococo design.

Yes, here it all is... like a carnival island
cram packed with stuff a drunken sailor
wouldn't buy if he were sporting a babe
on each open heart, anchor tattooed arm.
But, don't let that scuttlebutt stop you.

Like Oz, it's a cosmic king Tut's outlet

with hot-lines for the age of aquariums,

attention pet warehouse, wake up

your animal attributes and fantasies.

Cave walls beckon, waver with imagery,

burst from the whole seed-bead

of effortless nature, all wrapped

into a stained glass project of self-contentment.

Go on, plug in the phone,

let in the must-read universe

and rejoice in the screech and rush of numbers,

let the search engine finger those things

your soul still yearns to touch.