Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Pocket my cell phone
Wander through my neighborhood
Haiku Will Travel
Playground politics
On a national level
Playing "Made You Flinch"
passing the bottle
of Wild Irish Rose around
my last memory
crashed out in chrysanthemums
woke up in a public park
pumpkin gunna do
what a pumpkin's gunna do
fine how do you dew
special things not missed
crave no more still find me in
secret smile aisle queue
Sweet substance to crave
Melted frost off the pumpkin
Steep a dew with style
Living in grand style
Prosperity gospel slag
Cheating hubby wife
With self righteous finger wag
Shill a lush and shameful life
amazing how those
that live in glass houses are
casting the first stone
So much potential
Squandered through indifference
To the right to vote
strewn about petals
land where they will by kismet
framed my first rose bed
Each crack in the stone
The potential to yield
A rose to harvest
1. Widow Twanky.
An honorific she earned after her husband Cranky Twanky passed.
2. Buttons.
Things you have to push to find out what they really do.
3. Cinders.
Burn your cinders to the bone, what do you get? Boney Cinders
4. The Beast.
Something we all must try to keep at bay
5. Gru.
A thing we all need to grow some of to hide away for a rainy day
6. Cruella de Vil
Hunter Thompson's big car of choice for some fear and loathing duty in Las Vegas
7. The Fairy Godmother
Maternal Changeling terrorizing children
8. Abanazar.
When you don't have enough to qualify as Abundanza
9. Carabosse
The last railroad car on The Bosses train
10. King/Queen Rat.
The big cheeses at the local Rodent Club
Combustion engine
Waste elements exhausted
Out the backend pipe
It's hard to contain
My indifference to some things
A very long list
Having ambition
Be the whale in the puddle
Is all some folks want
Phrazez that Payzez
"I'm a loan officer at a bank.
It's my job to get people to buy
things they can't afford."
The squeak of sneakers echoed from the palatial volleyball court, causing ripples in His Nibs gravy boat. The feast was commencing. Most of that viscous lumpy brown swill had not yet splattered His Grotesquerie’s person as it soon would. He was fumbling over the jigsaw puzzle of specialty silverware when the servant with the wrist orchid put the matter to rest.
had to devour
the bearable claws and all
I was so hungry
shame to devour
accrued goodwill in one bite
stuffed down greedy maw
I'll keep taking bites
Out of the grave apple til
Chomping on the core
Phrazez the Payzez
Whisper it into the ear of a duck
and it will eventually get to me.
how can one person
embody all the vile things
found in one nation
A plain brown wrapper
Sent via the Post Office
Retro Only Fans
This years harvest time
May be strictly DIY
So happy pickin'
Flapping wings above
The spector of a sparrow
Now casts doubt about
A harvest of happiness
When hope had a common goal
Do people with no intelligence
Lean on artificial intelligence
To try and look smarter
It's artificial
So artifactual clone
Copy and pasting
Losing presupposed vigor
Of purported intellect
Willow in the wind
Flowing dance to nature's call
Shameless shimmy shake
Horrid little thing
Squeezed out of its hardened shell
I know how to fix
Butter garlic and some bread
Special plate with little pits
Only time will tell
If only I could tell time
Mind your own business
when selling power
meets stern buying resistance
art of the squeal
Some very smart people
Believe some very dumb things
Doorway cracks open
Rusty hinges creak and groan
Wait! I brought lube. [SLAM]
High bathroom window
Climb in only to receive
Terlet foot plunge prize
read it in a book
heart is a lonely hunter
so it must be true
Sardine loves packed house
Lonely little fishy when
solo in a tin
Occupied city
Don't trip the light fantastic
Just duck and cover
trip over my own
words only to land flat on
the page once again
Once we had a chance
But the entitled want it back
So back to serfdom we go
They now have rowboats
To fight their arbitrage wars
the deathly pall of
crimson chill spreads over once
free and happy folks
A chill in the air
A nip in the bud of life
A change's a comin'
Spicy absolutism
A bad case of blazer raid throat
Two little boys scream
Menaced by a bumble bee
Under Gary's porch
Eventually
Gary's mom comes out to see
Shooed away the bee
Shakes her head at us
With great disdain for the boys
Such little babies
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