Become an honorary member of the Woo Clan

I know I’m a member, am I just the regular kind? Are all of us honorary?
Where are my fellow Woos?

I miss ya!

Our fearless leader
Where are you
When we need ya?

_{Last night,}

_{the boys took me out
to a salsa dance club.}

_{They called me ‘RH’, or, Replacement
Haiku – for our absent brother,
Haiku, which, I thought, utterly
appropriate. Utterly.}

_{“Yo, RH. Yo, drink this. Yo,
brahther.”}

_{I’m 15 years older
than the best of them but they
accept me as some sort of devolved
abberation; a caricature of young
old age: something to aspire to be,
I guess.}

_{Poor brother Haiku. He’s inextricably
jooked up with a very controlling woman
who hangs naked images of
herself all over their apartment.}

_{I was helping him move a bed
the other day and trying not
to comment on the pictures.}

_{It was like an art gallery
somewhere between Atlantis,
an exotic dance hall and any centerfold.}

_{But, here’s what happened:
last night I went salsa dancing.}

_{There was this beautiful woman
and 12-15 Hispanic boys leering
at her. She was as pale as the moon
on a clear, cold night and her hair,
dark as stout beer and kinky, like that
pasta that twists and falls off your
fork. Gorgeous: the epitomy of
a delicate muse, all slender willowy
everything.}

_{I walked right up to her and
her hand slid into mine
like a heel into a shoe coaxed
by a shoe horn. Just like that. It
was just like that.}

_{“C’mon,” I shouted, and spun her
and salsa’d the faerie girl
in swirling 360’s; we glided and
I dodged thrown daggers
of envy from the Latin Quarter.
I salsa well and move like a
pelagic creature: I hesitate to
call myself a vertebrate, really.}

_{My bizzle’s were laughing. Someone
put a mohito in my hand. “You, fuck!”
And the laughing! Oh, how they howled.}

_{“How do you do it, RH?”}

_{“I just do it,” I smiled.}

_{“She was fuckin’ HOT, bro!!”}

_Bah…

_{I have the Loquaciouslass,
who’s 10 times hotter.}

_{I’m taking Jonesy dancing:
“ssshhhhhhhh!” Mum’s the word.
I love her like ducks taking to
air and water: a simple thing,
but powerful in its easibility.
Fuck all the miles. I love her.}

_{Word, Woopeeps:}

_{I love Jonesy.}

_{Make it happen. Mohito and courage
and a clear mind. Know who you love
and love them no matter what. This is
my secret. It’s a simple one.}

))){

My brother, the kind playboy, is
talking to a girl via AV Chat.

He’s holding his MacBook keyboard
out and taking her for a walk
around the house:

_{”...and here
are all the surfboards; and here
is my weird brother’s weird bike.”}

She’s quiet and absorbing all this
wherever she is – in Australia, I
think – Australian girls are popular
with the brothers this year.

It looks like a scene from a scifi
film where a laptop AI is getting
familiar with the world of boys, bikes
and boards.

))){

_{Oz is travelling to
Darwin today.}

I’m making arrangements
with the sky gods to coax
clouds into heart
shapes for her
pleasure as she looks
out the plexi of
the aircraft window.

))){

Alas,

I’m happy to report that
I’m head over tea kettle
in love with the Oz girl.

She hath worked some sneaky
mojo on me. Her far-too-cute
accent, physical beauty, high
intelligence and charming girliness
has jacked me like a hapless…
marsupial in highbeams.

I’ve summoned my considerable
wit and sly intelligence and
have this to say:

“Ga-ga”

_{written whilst poet-in-residence
at the geophysical offices of
a remote sensing corporation
somewhere in Oregon.}

))){

I have an image
of myself in a
really tight cycling
skinsuit.

Should I post it
for the Loquacious
one’s pleasure?

_{I’m gonna do it
anyway so say yes.}

))){

and invited The Fish Wooer to join our clan—anyone who WOOS like he does can’t be overlooked!!!

about the benefits of wearing shoes. I think my hearing aid battery was low, ‘cause I coulda sworn the subject was sharing woos.
^{either way, I’m for it}

I am “WOO-TIFUL”!!!