Toots and Twaddle 1

Craiyon
a gentle rooster
bursting sounds like an unsure
cock-a-doodle-doo

Quince will make you wince
No matter how fine you mince
Better off to smash

๐ŸŽผI like to ride my
icicle ๐ŸŽต I like to ride
my ice. ๐ŸŽถ ๐Ÿ˜ฃOof!!! Chilly๐Ÿฅถ

In my cellular drive for entropy
Whether I like it or not
All things eventually rot
Consume
Eliminate
Reproduce
Maybe win a trophy
With a human face
For stacking things
On top of other things
Just trying to leave a trace

Poe smoking Raven?
Said the white rabbit de jour
Still nevermore sure


Straddle

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โ†น

It started with a fever

Fifty years ago or so

Raged at a fevers pitch

Seared to an embers core

An extended fever dream

A fiery consuming ditch

Dug through my epoch seam

As years passed unseen

Gave way to nightly sweats

Low grade daylight fever flight

Fancies flooded daylight hours

Then one day not so long ago

Half century fever broke

Shattered what was within

Shattered all that was without

Leaving only dreams of night

Displayed for none to see

To straddle my flรขneur days

A gentleman of leisure

If you please

Sleeping in many days

Baby sleep and fever free

โ†น

Still the One

I have not seen the Barbie movie
But I’m sure I’ll eventually peek
At Wes Anderson style meets Pepto Bismol
With twentieth century TV commercial reek
As comedy is the opposite of gravity
Movies are the antithesis of stillies
One stillie stacked on another stillie
Foundational element of any movie
I will savor each and every stillie
While I move on through this movie
Still Lifes of the American Scheme
The stuff of so many a broken dream