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

🎼I like to ride my
icicle 🎡 I like to ride
my ice. 🎢 😣Oof!!! ChillyπŸ₯Ά

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


Sad Slack

Craiyon
try to cut people
more slack than you are willing
to cut for yourself
all that slack just may make
the world seem a better place
best thing about low
expectations is that you've
given sufficient
slack already for almost
all things you'll meet on your way

now excuse me I
have some serious slacking
off planning for the
holiday season and the
new year's great expectations


Mythos

Craiyon
early winter dusk mythos
has the voice of a fashion 
model who is taken to 
drink and turning tricks.

nothing beats a real myth
bourne of chilly north winds blow
sweeping rationality
away from the glow

of the warmth around the hearth
authentic in its cloying
heat keeping passion kindled
through the drafty night

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Anything that closes 
Can open again
Like chapters of history
That emotional cauldon
Blowing it's lid
Boiling over it's rim
Roiling content conglomerate
Filled with blood and riddles
As we drive our cartwheels 
Over hectares of the bones
Of those that have gone before
With foolish finishing beliefs
That a chapter has closed
Only to gaze into the abyss
Brutally pried open again
By our ignorance and bliss
Inhumanities calling card
To this earth we inhabit

Scamper Splatter

Craiyon

I confirm

Parts of my life

Deliver mementos

That make me squirm

From toxic

Moments

I affirm

Motions

Choices

Of a term

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Never fear

Pitter patter

Scamper splatter

Motion smear

To be clear

Those pounding

Footsteps you hear

A running dive

To self immersing

That pays the fare

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Causing a row

Sloshing basin

Filled to the brim

With what I sow

Paraffin bathing

Coated shiney

Head to toe

Emerging bow

With crystal clean

Purest of pure

Dripping now