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

Squeeze the Wheeze

Life is full of many peaks and valleys. One thing that has helped me traverse those highs and lows is the knowledge Firesign Theater gifted me back when I was just a little sprout in Indiana. That was the truth bomb of Everything You Know Is Wrong. My mother was a Bozoette in high school, so I must go where the Bozos go. Naturally I got on the bus with Chairman Barney and we went to the future. That’s when I found out that We Are All Bozos On This Bus. Unfortunately Uh Clem was doing maintenance on the future that day. Not only were the clones out of hand in the future, but the Holygrams were as well. But we inflated our shoes, stepped on the moving yellow line, and took the tour to the Hall of Presidents. But when we violated robots rules of order: Don’t Crush that Dwarf, Hand Me Pliers we were all asked to leave the future immediately. Enough clowning around. Now that a hole has been dug deep enough for everybody to jump into it I’m off to see the Gypsy Fortuneteller. So squeeze the wheeze all you want because it no longer hurts me. But I never lose sight of the highest of peaks even from down here in this hole with all of us Bozos. Honk. Honk.

Flower Power

1. Macropinna Microstoma Carpet Cleaner Mini Foama
2. Fossa Mi Fossa Su Casa
3. Leafy Seadragon Pond scum submerged snapdragon
4. Dik-Dik Paddy Mick give a dog a scone
5: Lilac-Breasted Roller Flower covered rolling pin
6. Mata Mata Ana Cona Puna
7. Halitrephes Jelly is good but very smelly
8. Pacu Kid was a friend of mine
9. Gobi Jerboa Rocky Balboa’s deceased sparring partner
10. Aye-Aye Captain! Damn the Halitrephes Jelly. Full spread ahead.

Straddle

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It started with a fever

Fifty years ago or so

Raged at a fevers pitch

Seared to an embers core

An extended fever dream

A fiery consuming ditch

Dug through my epoch seam

As years passed unseen

Gave way to nightly sweats

Low grade daylight fever flight

Fancies flooded daylight hours

Then one day not so long ago

Half century fever broke

Shattered what was within

Shattered all that was without

Leaving only dreams of night

Displayed for none to see

To straddle my flâneur days

A gentleman of leisure

If you please

Sleeping in many days

Baby sleep and fever free

Commando

Underwhere

I mumbled

While practicing

My thousand yard stare

Overthere

What

Why are they always a pair

Who

Underwhere

No

Underwear

Oh

I didn’t care

Even if they have a tear

From being caught in my snare

Because

Underwear presupposes

Overwear

Since I knew I had a spare

I supposed I could wear

My underwear over my underwear

Inventing overwear

Overwhere

No

Overwear

Pointless perhaps

High fashion for others

But I still won’t share

Because the fare

Is just not fair

Now back to playing Commando Bear

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