
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.
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
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

My favorite non verbs
Verily verve vim and vigor
Starts with an adverb
Gives me the shivers
Extant skeletal skitters
Of attic critters
Mulberry munching
Turkey will draw the short straw
When Thanksgiving comes

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.

When the cuddles start
to curdle it's ghost time for
Ash or for Ashley
the things from the past
that would make my blood curdle
now part of the game
poking the ash heap
of yesterdays smoldering
discontent bonfire
bound to ignite another
self-righteous conflagration
her florid perfume
now wafts through my mind rooms like
a hyacinth ghost

Administration
Will heretofore be known as
Clash of the Minions
Chickens coming home to roost
another relic
whining about being caught
in a surveillance
web of their own spinning used
to entrap the rest of us
Just another Companion of the Hellhounds psychonaut podcaster relic
seditious relic
seedlings try to avoid the
#clash between what they
say the rest of us should do
and what they don't do daily
