Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
we were magical
things when held in each others
fierce fiery gaze
We rolled in the mud
Then we rolled in the clover
Fun wash once over
once reached for the stars
now only low hanging fruit
culture warfare fare
divide to conquer current
collapsing constellation
"I wonder if it's true that a buttered slice of toast always lands buttered side down?" She leered back at me over the breakfast table and winked. "Wanna find out?" People our age had no business behaving that way, but we put that mornings inspiration to the test for a spell. Someday I'll Google that question. But I did not then and I will not now. Some mysteries of the universe are left to be explored over and over again. The buttering of the toast can be wonderful and messy. Surprising and surpassing expectations. Not a chore, but a delight. Whether morning or night, my little toaster would often pop up when least expected, delivering a surface for that delicious spread. Toast is fine. But Biscuit was different. Since I've never heard of a buttered biscuit theory I can only imagine you never can know which side a buttered biscuit will land on; so you just have to roll around for bit. Or a bite. Or a bit of a bite. That was the way of the Biscuit.
Biscuit Bolero
Now please pass the toast and for heavens sake be careful.
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?"
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
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 