Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
another day to
inflict my predilection
for snark on the world
a sudden bout of
boisterous behavior ends
a long-term friendship
Talking head pungent
Sold this President
Smile indecent
Bought by Pepsodent
Current resident
Not a proper gent
Everywhere he went
His welcome was spent
With loud vile vent
With no precedent
Opinions for rent
For ratings percent
Zero
The numerical expression
Of the answer to the question:
"Can absence be present
And nothingness exist?"
1. Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because a flyover did not eggsxist
2. Why are eggs oval in shape?
Because if they were square it would be an eggsistential threat
3. Who said Humpty Dumpty was an egg?
Upon advice of my attorney I take the fifth eggmenment
4. What is fumigate?
What will be needed once our coop's eggosystem crashes in on itself
5. What is a wuss?
Wet cloth used to wipe the eggxtra yoke off your puss
6. What is a spotter?
One with eggstremely sharp eyesight
7. What is the speed of light?
Eggstrodinarily fast wave and particle scramble to fly the coop
8. What is a hangover?
The price of overtly eggregious consumption
9. What is a grammy?
What you get with eggsentialy 28.3495 ounceys
10.What is lycra?
It's all about how you lycra your eggs
slow strangulation
by misinformation vine
chokes critical thought
redo the doodoo
that you do so well though I'd
prefer a remake
mangy malignant
murder primates manifest
in their own image
malodorous malfeasance
reflects in roiling waters
I loitered in that corridor the whole school year, nonchalantly leaning against my locker in between periods 4 and 5; while not so discreetly watching her. Noting every nuance of her garments which changed daily without ever repeating. I was hypnotized by the cut of her strut. No, not strut; the glide in her stride.
She clearly worked hard to ignore me. Still I convinced myself she was sneaking a peek my way with a sort of stifled psychic acknowledgment. I reciprocated with my patented teenage gaze and smirk. Was I stalking in a crowded school hallway?
I only ever saw her at that spot at that time because I thought regimented consistency of school schedules served up that gawking opportunity. Nor did I ever follow her, though fleeting possible sightings at other locations in the school were not unheard of whispers to my eyes. But I never spied her at large out on the free range world.
Something about her didn’t track right; until the last day of the school year when I found the memorial plaque beside the school trophy cabinet. I wasn’t stalking her, she was a ghost haunting me.
A tin of sardines
In my overcoat pocket
Kitties trail behind
don't burst my bubble
nor puncture my mind membrane
morning message plea
oh so jovial
as we whistle down the path
to our doom by Jove
First step to create
Is to destroy what once was
Wipe it all away
Ashes ashes all fall down
Says the Phoenix," Nevermore
barely sentient
pugnacious pugilist pawns
poking the people
only following orders
no matter how illegal
butterfly wings fold
to conceal glorious
supreme pink peaches
Was it all a trap
Or a case of careless love
But one knows for sure
Workout climax spent
We languished then lounged as one
In refreshing grove
bodacious bondage
audacious anatomy
prurient combo
Phrazez that Payzez:
Keep your trap shut
A prodigious feat in the proliferation of verbiage
convinced there was a
trap door under the mattress
of my childhood crib
with stairs down to the basement
I searched every night in vain.
08/25/2024
Making the easy ones look hard
Forming the itty bitty little ones
Into hulking big ol sharp shards
Fears, problems, scary bug a boos
Confusing the issues of the day
That's where real money is made
Need what you need
Want what you want
Necessity or whimsy
Knowing the variance
Is wisdom indeed
Daily things I do
Make me a big fan of air
Clean fetishist fan
the egg in the cave
glinting in the lantern light
rewrites history
out on the corner
I juggle the Jujubes
foretell sweet fortunes
I'm all about that
bass bout that bass no trout now
Here fishy fishy
When is a muse
Not a muse?
When it's not amused.
Life lived on the lips
Of a precipice
With the knowledge
A landslide of doom
Is but a foot slip
Away
Watch your step
roving gangs of geese
murder chickens by the pond
crime wave gone a fowl
cooled air roller rink
outside humid August night
cold tempest hot storm
all bets have been placed
good or graft on the table
time to show our hand
All ready to reap
Stinky havoc he'll now wreak
As his reek wafts through
Phrazez that Payzez:
Pinned on the fangs of a cottonmouth.
Buckled like a horseshoe belt.
Turn my gallows walk
Into a pleasant stroll
Remembering things
I didn't notice at the time
One of my only regrets
I think
A Scroll Threw Life 