Roll Up

in shadowy dusk
rolling around in the muck
then passing the buck

Wrapped in the muck of existence
Gives form to humanities persistence
To consume, eliminate, reproduce
Stacking things up in order to deduce
What’s needed on top of the heap
Showing stuff we’ll want to keep
Knowing these too will be swallowed up
In the infinite stream of entropy muck


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RDP Monday: MUCK

Apples and Origins

Toots and Twaddle 3

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
the oranges of the 
species on display in one
who's missing a link
Sally's soup was thin
Stu's stew was thick and tasty
Mixed? Thick and thin grin
Breaking through the crust
of my inner life. Send up
a flare for pizza.
a blanket over 
my head won't stop the horror
behind my eyelids
Craiyon
once upon a time
winter grass was what was in
last year's heavy coat
put the nettle 
to the metal kettle
said the blossom
to the stem
"Tea time!" ah Clem
Craiyon

Toots and Twaddle 2

Craiyon
you never see the
pillow coming before the
night that has no dawn
🎼 I'm looking over
A short billed plover. That I've
never seen before🎵
Craiyon
nothing under her
sable coat, boss man's wife sent
my ardor soaring

The carrot loves you.
Now the trick is to make friends
with the big bad stick.
Craiyon
Albino lizard
Goes by the name of Blizzard
Slithers o're the land
Craiyon
Early mourn dream gap
I hear the boneyard dog howl.
Not now big bad hound.
Craiyon
belief in the flat
earth balanced on a radish
in the middle rules
When the acid rain
Makes the fields start to fizz
The plop plop should come

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!!! Chilly🥶

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