Cartoons – The Coming of the Toads

Site Has a Thousand Smiles

Just what the on-line world needs, another Joe Linker site. But while The Coming of the Toads blogs onward, I continue to doodle, and the results often suggest cartoons. A perfect cartoon is one that needs no words. Thus my new site, titled “Cartoons at Joe’s,” promises: “The less said the better, but there will be captions.” Interested readers, anyone looking for a smile, can find “Cartoons at Joe’s” by clicking here. It’s over at Substack.

The set up for “Cartoons at Joe’s” is minimalist, the writing sparse. And the readers few – so far 3 subscribers. Subscriptions are free, but at the cost of yet another email in your inbox. But the reward of a smile hopefully defrays that cost. But you can also check out “Cartoons at Joe’s” anytime you want with a Google bar search, or by saving the link, or a thousand other ways well paid programmers have come up with. I’ll be sitting at the bar, where there’s no wait.

You might have seen a few of the cartoons before, elsewhere, here, in fact, maybe. That’s ok. Watching reruns of classics is a perfectly acceptable use of your time. And I’ll always be doodling for new cartoons.

After the Fall

After the fall before it was all
over knowing all along wrong
from the start belief belittled
after awhile persistence paid
well and the interlude did not
feel like a slump who sat still
felt trapped and everyone all
worked overtime all the time
along the line here and there
a smile a smell a breeze even
if the windows wouldn’t open
not there not in that building
which like a fortress ship full
of pink dresses tight collared
pinched and pitched swollen
with wariness almost fearful
slow not quite sure diagnosis
acute nervousness jim-jams
and on pajama day all asked
who sits here without benefit
of knick-knacks pics of all the
kids the stout spouse keeping
house and at the all sporting
game asked in all seriousness
why do you all do what you
do and all could answer the
question without already all
knowing the answer plainly
clearly concisely in the land
of milk and honey hidden
behind partitions attached
to all the others in confetti
filled aisles tolerable hours
what a waste they all said
their baskets full of bread
but in the end the trends
the lines of best fit all fell
it was all about math all
along days numbered fell
they all fell and in falling
looked for a place to land
without breaking in pieces
some fell up some fell down
the ones who often played
the clown cried and claimed
all fell and all broke in the
office of the one doomed
it was like after a war all
fallen astrew forced hands
held together with screws.

Kitchen

At work in the kitchen
on a new concoction
elbows sharp and beans red
green apron and blue jeans
and barefoot of course
happy is as close as does.

Out of sugar but still
things for better or for
worse she intones and plays
old radio oldies
oh to be home where work
and play equal parlay.

A bit of this for spice
a bit of that for crunch
just a pinch of garlic
an inch of perhaps the
recipe calls for some
extra special bitter.

Dolling Down

Some folks like to dress
others down for a night
on the town to be seen
or to mingle in the pile

to start a scene walk
the prowl talk the chat
say a prayer to the folks
at the top of the stares

go-go with the up-flow
the effluvium of the
affluent dressed
in advertisements

ads in fashion zines
Fellinists puttin’ on
the style the smile
all the while they

used to say it was
a young folks way
but we can put on
the style any while

doll it up or doll
it down the grin
showing couth
or clown frown.

The Meta Phone Caper

His metaPhone (Q 1) holstered on his belt and boasted
like a pearl-handled spatula a fine tweezer feature purest
in the kitchen but as a mycophagist on vacation he was slow
to get the picture: he should have left the phone at home.

She skiffed his phone like a stone across the stream
and it smacked the face of a rapid rose to the lip
and flipped onto the river rocks where it slipped
like a fish and caught between silly and sorry mess

while the water ebbed aback and swirled about him
he dove again and again for the mother-of-pearl
case for his applications and poisonous twins
and recipies his personal algorithms and desserts

calendars his files and messages tips and notes
settings and cameras and his unfinished Joy of…
his meals his awards medals commendations
his secret usernames passwords fundamental

identities his capabilities capacities radio interface
multi-mode banking signaling his data to Universe.
Drown rather than lose his cell. They were supposed
to be on vacation, but he was on his cell phone

and while he was on his call stung was she
by the venomous double away they swam
leaving him and his phone in the hot sand
where he smelled the world at his feet.

Now we must close our caper of the nose
before the plot thickens the dickens to play
for a meal is saga but a poem mere snack
one is shared the other kept under the hat.