Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Face masked tricksters stomp
Halloween and every day
Up and down the block
Treats us to brutality
Play violent peek-a-boo
Enjoy special cosplay writhe served up on Halloween night.
We wriggle and writhe
Out of our trick or treat duds
Birthday suit playtime
Foggy night football
Nobody could see a thing
SOP for refs
Halloween night flight
Razor wire kite tail gleams
Watch bloody crowds writhe
Observe from afar
Stupefied into silence
The daily discourse
About time for golden silence to infect the occupant
Occasionally struck
By a stray ray of kismet
Causality queue
Affect a casual stance
While waiting for the effect
Three sheets to the wind
One maudlin Martini slurp
Follows another
A blizzard of bar coasters
Under turned over new leaves
a ray of reason
can break the maudlin silence
by turning new leaves
Phrazez that Payzez
Turning common misery
Into ordinary unhappiness
One day at a time.
I may not be a great marksman, but I once shot an ocelot in my slippers and pajamas. How that cat got into my pajamas I’ll never know. But the story always made Captain Spaulding drool when he entered through his stolen Groucho Marx joke portal.
watch inspiration
wither as the world intrudes
On my brain disk space
Red squares wither as brain disk defrag program runs
what began as an
experiment soon became
a new lifestyle choice
new horse wobbly legs
Like man chugging 40 ounce
Of Colt 45
A colt must first stand
Before it can take a run
At the old grey mare
experiment in
groan as each puffery piece
streamed for all to see
pride wither while prime dotard
is led about like a dog
Robert Oppenheimer
Felt he had become death
But I know
I have become cranky
The ginchiest
Sense all my haiku
Echo o'er the internet
Bouncing off bubbles
Our secret passions echo around our lives in our DMs
A caterpillar
Resolute life endeavour
Be the butterfly
As a Martian here
Landing in this weird strange time
I just have to ask
Is this what you all wanted?
Cause this is what you all got.
what I thought was my
inner butterfly flutter
was just an echo
A lack of vision
Leaves so many things unseen
The detail devil
Toys in the attic
Secreted cellar dwellers
Battlelines are drawn
different endeavours
pear or plum assignments can
go on to become
terribly shaped and gone wrong
or rise up to be raisin
things that go pear-shaped
in the dank cellar below
the obscene unseen
Saucer reflections
Like pansy petals reveal
An alien face
On the prowl for more subjects
Suitable for abduction
Interstellar grail
The frisbee flying saucer
Is headed our way
In the here and now
Maliciousness on the prowl
In crappy cosplay
Riffle sidewalk leaves on barren tree lined streets for October night prowl
My how you have grown
She said with a breathy moan
Eye flutter koan
Thru time and distance you're now a spectral shadow on memory's screen
like clockwork she would
hover over my covers
in spectral format
withered skeletal
corporeal dust goes poof
spectral leavings stay
the #hover over
and under on heinous crimes
are a good bet now
as grifters graft together
to con us out of treasure
spectral inspector
with withered mustard flower
clenched between his teeth
will hover eternally
with floral adorned rictus
a shovel and wand
will unearth the unearthly
granfalloon woo woo
to spoon feed clueless creepers
from a bony cosplay claw
our decrepitude
ruthless rancid and randy
offends all senses
waddling around the world
worst of us on full display
Rancid Fox allusions served up on moldy Republican platitudes
ease out of the deep
covered in rancid seaweed
compressed in white rice
the chicken of the sea waits
to be choked down wet and raw
Once upon a time
Dreamed the American Dream
Thought we had it all
But at the end of the line
Found the American Scheme
hanging by a thread
of their own self spun petard
silkworm takes the fall
There's many a shrine
Where the altar alter verse
Suborn the faithful
With beads, trinkets, and icons
Spun from whole cloth fantasies
cherished her as a
deluxe vintage vehicle
little slow to start
needed extra attention
but once running she would purr
fallen loose larva
seductive silkworm spinning
deluxe silk for all
who homage her fabric shrine
with many precious shekels
Sheets warm from the first
As the second slipped between
Spent and left drowsy
Crept off for liaison three
He was quite the libertine
blood toil tears and sweat
through the haze of history
a zero sum bet
the hoi polloi ante up
aristocrats take the skim
Every other stride brings my bane in a purple haze of pain
Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
makes my eyes all misty with
franchise memories
libertine geese fly
off into the misty gray
instinct driven haze
Choo Choo Mama: Roll the dice my little cupcake and I’ll recite a poem for you. If it comes up snake eyes you can give the poem a critique. But if it comes up with boxcars, I guess I’ll just have to murder you. That’s how my literary train rolls.
A Scroll Threw Life 