26 Poems...

...gleaned* from the dialogue-track of Disney's animated movie, 'Aladdin.'

i can't
believe it
i'm losing
2
a rug

splendid
absolutely
marvelous

i am not
a prize
to be
won

but
oh
to be
free
call me al

i will have
the power
2 get
rid of
u

father
what's
wrong
with u?

the truth?
the truth?
the truth
is

over
sideways
and
under
on a
magic-carpet
ride

now
i'm in
a whole new world
with u

ity
bity
living
space

a snake
am i?

i never
actually wished
to get out of
the
cave

now
where
were
we?
ah yes
abject
humiliation

how
many times
do i
have to
kill u
boy?

oh
shut-up
u moron

i'm history
no
i'm mythology

him
i choose
u

i'm not
worthless
and
i don't
have fleas

there's
so much more
2 me

i am
in desperate need
of your
wisdom
but
it's been
in the
family
4
years

pretty lady
buy
a pot

there is
a cave boy
a cave
of wonders

carpet
let's
move

did u
rub
my lamp?

no
no
please

do u mind
if
i kiss
the monkey?

*(The Gleaner is currently at work on a screenplay for an animated film version of the Broadway stage musical adaptation of the original animated film classic of Disney's 'The Lion King.' To date, Pixar Studios has not returned any of his calls. He did, though, receive a rather bemusing, nasty little note from Dreamworks which he is in the process of framing in order to put on his wall.)

Portfolio 4:

An Apology:

This is not my friend Shelly.

Neither, so it seems, is the individual in the photograph in the last posting labelled Friends. Non-Friends ('This is my friend Shelly.')

It is, though, my friend Shelley and after she notified me of the spelling mistake, I promised her that I would post an offial retraction (Isn't that what happens when you remove someone's guts) -- official retraction. This is it.

I'm sorry Shelley. And even though it adds an extra letter -- meaning work -- to your name, I won't do it again.

Shelley brought to my attention one last blatant error I made in that same posting: she does not dance the Tango but has, in fact, studied the Flamingo although I think she's in denial. She mentioned nothing about Paris, Texas -- the place or the movie -- but she did mention the fact that she was particularly touched in my description of her as being complex and having layers. I told her that at the time of that posting, I had just installed Adobe's Photoshop: as far as I was concerned, everything had layers.

And curves. But I wasn't about to describe her as having curves on account of the fact that people may get the wrong impression. I mean, don't get me wrong, Shelley's swell, but she's an inny and I'm an outy kind of guy. And I couldn't exactly talk about her histogram, now, could I? At least not in public...

Sorry Shelley.

Identity Management #6

I can be shadowy in nature.

Nicholas used to call me 'Golum.'It was a term-of endearment. Presently, he doesn't call me. Anything. Anytime.

Friend. Non-Friend.

This is my friend Shelly.

She's a photographer. She's also an author and has studied dance. The tango, I believe. She went on a trip last year to Paris (that's in France. I know: it's also in Texas and it's also in Ontario but she went to the French one. And oddly enough, Shelly's the type of gal who's probably been to the Texas one and the Ontario one as well. She's deep, complex; she has layers) and took some really beautiful pictures.

It's kind of hard to tell from this photograph but she's wearing a really nice, sort-of maroon-coloured, suede jacket. Almost the same colour as her hair.

It's spikey.

The hair, not the jacket.


This is not my friend Shelly.

I get the impression that her name is something along the lines of 'Dawn' but that just might be me. For all I know, her name could be something along the lines of 'Little Baby Betty Wetty Wet Wet' except she wouldn't be 'little' on account of the fact that, for a doll, she is really huge. My friend Shelly (see above) also took a picture of this.

Being a Sunday, the store was closed so I have no idea how much LBBWWW was selling for.

A perverse thought if you think about it.

If you look closely, you'll notice that LBBWWW ain't wearing no underwear.

A perverse thought if you think about it.

Take one, last, close look at the photograph. If you had been walking down the street past us, past the window, you would have heard the two of us spontaneosly burst into song.

'We are siamese, if you please.'

You had to be there.