Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
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
Outstanding mushrooms
Poke their heads out of the grass
All real fun guys
Sly A.I. lurking
Hidden by electric veil
Kompromat gathered
Feel the immersion as the soft pink satiny veil parts
an adroit android
"lives" in a constant state of
service denial
electric sheep graze
eating mushrooms smoking grass
lifts the android veil
We've come too far now
We don't need no stinkin' king
We ain't going back
Phrazez that Payzez
I stared into the fungus and the fungus stared back
Riding the ghost train
Every night transforms
My mouth to arid hellscape
Dreams come of cool drinks
adolescence sparked
a glowing ember now bursts
into old age flame
Now arid and barren I remember the ember I once was in September
airy fairy dance
rising dipping floating high
catkins on the wind
Memories of days
When a dollar bill was crisp
Worth something then too
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
Reconciling my checkbook was an unpleasant sudoku puzzle back in the day. I would load up the hookah with organic caterpillar and smoke cipher woes away.
They scuttle about
Like a dung beetle chasing
It's daily prize turd
eerie déjà vu
watching clusters of brown shirts
pile on little girls
Eerie reenactments from within an empire in decline
A shiny apple
Rotten and mealy inside
Deceives til first bite
Phrazez that Payzez
Chase each other around like weasels in the dark
Is money the root of all evil
Or is evil the root of all money 💰
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
I just love tatters
Fried, baked, boiled, scalloped, and chipped
Shredded tatters too
Flattered with cultish splatter until shattered then left in tatters oozing fecal matter.
undertoad warned me
beware of the undertow
from undertone grift
pheasant under glass
has to break all the stemware
to set itself free
shattering stemware
pheasant under glass busts loose
to exact revenge
Working on the algorithm of gravy
jack booted thugs crunch
grinding human rights into
sidewalk blood blossoms
desolate landscape
of a right-wing cul-de-sac's
moral turpitude
Massive distraction while bilking desolate national coffers
National treasure
Billionaire piranha tank
Feeding frenzy fest
Roiling piranhas
Blossoms blood crunch water blooms
In desolate pond
Old spy film fantasy
Female spy who goes by
Natasha Romanoff arrives
Wearing a long black raincoat
Without a stitch underneath
According to Spy Craft 101
This situation still requires
Xtreme close order frisking
Hubala Hubala Boomski Baby
The Creeping Creep creeps again with the pronouns of It Son of Who What
heinous ignorance
of motivations lead to
mission creep profits
Lament in the field
Of vivid mistranslations
Livid linguist lore
Executive Creep
Always wears a long raincoat
For which we're grateful
A Scroll Threw Life 