Chickee Chickston's Super Deluxe Good Poems

I'm back and bloggin' less frequently than ever, baby!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

i thought it was time for a new post, so here it is. See you in a few years.


Thursday, July 27, 2006

Hey. I just got my first tattoo. I think it looks great. I'd post a photo, but I don't know how to do that on Blogspot. So I'll just tell you about it with a nice super deluxe good poem.

My New Tattoo
It is black and red
Most folks seem to think it's hot
My boss made a face

Monday, July 17, 2006

Hi folks,
Check out my band, The Bob and Charlottes, on The URL is

In honor of this band I've written a super deluxe good haiku.

Haiku for The Bob and Charlottes
The Bob and Charlottes
Is a super deluxe band
Waffles can't spell 'fish'


Friday, April 14, 2006

Kent Johnson has had his 15 minutes. Let's never speak of him again. My Kangaroo lives. Here's a super deluxe good poem to get things back on track:

Shave That Doughnut For You, Lady?
(For Slim Dubious)
Sixteen words inspired by a gopher divided twenty three by four and invented the sestina.
How did it happen?
No one knows for sure.
Some speculate that the same freaks that turned a trapeze artist into a chicken were involved.
Others consider that Mary Oliver was to blame.
No matter: special heptarians only breed frantic disassociation.
I'm still not bleeding cactus juice, however.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Welcome to the "new" Super Deluxe Good Poems--Kent Johnson style. Please post things that Kent Johnson might say (or perhaps poems Kent Johnson might write) in the comments box.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Here's a super deluxe good poem for your reading pleasure:

My Mary Oliver
My Mary Oliver has three stomachs:
greater omentum, peritoneum, and kitty cat tummy.

My Mary Oliver dines in plaid.
Shiny misgivings notwithstanding, her words are even more true in French.

My Mary Oliver loves the smell of barf.
It's true--barf!

My Mary Oliver doesn't want to be bartered with.
She's seen The Price is Right.

My Mary Oliver resists verbage.
She knows where it leads

My Mary Oliver knows who black people are.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Here's a super deluxe good poem for Lisa (thanks for asking):

Gonna Adopt a Baby and Couldn't be Happier Haiku
There is a good chance
That we'll adopt a baby
Boy next month--yippppppeeeeeeeee!

Call for details.