Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
I just love tatters
Fried, baked, boiled, scalloped, and chipped
Shredded tatters too
Flattered with cultish splatter until shattered then left in tatters oozing fecal matter.
undertoad warned me
beware of the undertow
from undertone grift
pheasant under glass
has to break all the stemware
to set itself free
shattering stemware
pheasant under glass busts loose
to exact revenge
Working on the algorithm of gravy
jack booted thugs crunch
grinding human rights into
sidewalk blood blossoms
desolate landscape
of a right-wing cul-de-sac's
moral turpitude
Massive distraction while bilking desolate national coffers
National treasure
Billionaire piranha tank
Feeding frenzy fest
Roiling piranhas
Blossoms blood crunch water blooms
In desolate pond
Old spy film fantasy
Female spy who goes by
Natasha Romanoff arrives
Wearing a long black raincoat
Without a stitch underneath
According to Spy Craft 101
This situation still requires
Xtreme close order frisking
Hubala Hubala Boomski Baby
The Creeping Creep creeps again with the pronouns of It Son of Who What
heinous ignorance
of motivations lead to
mission creep profits
Lament in the field
Of vivid mistranslations
Livid linguist lore
Executive Creep
Always wears a long raincoat
For which we're grateful
My favorite non verbs
Verily verve vim and vigor
Starts with an adverb
Gives me the shivers
Extant skeletal skitters
Of attic critters
Mulberry munching
Turkey will draw the short straw
When Thanksgiving comes
Sheets warm from the first
As the second slipped between
Spent and left drowsy
Crept off for liaison three
He was quite the libertine
blood toil tears and sweat
through the haze of history
a zero sum bet
the hoi polloi ante up
aristocrats take the skim
Every other stride brings my bane in a purple haze of pain
Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
makes my eyes all misty with
franchise memories
libertine geese fly
off into the misty gray
instinct driven haze
Choo Choo Mama: Roll the dice my little cupcake and I’ll recite a poem for you. If it comes up snake eyes you can give the poem a critique. But if it comes up with boxcars, I guess I’ll just have to murder you. That’s how my literary train rolls.
When the cuddles start
to curdle it's ghost time for
Ash or for Ashley
the things from the past
that would make my blood curdle
now part of the game
poking the ash heap
of yesterdays smoldering
discontent bonfire
bound to ignite another
self-righteous conflagration
her florid perfume
now wafts through my mind rooms like
a hyacinth ghost
Administration
Will heretofore be known as
Clash of the Minions
Chickens coming home to roost
another relic
whining about being caught
in a surveillance
web of their own spinning used
to entrap the rest of us
Just another Companion of the Hellhounds psychonaut podcaster relic
seditious relic
seedlings try to avoid the
#clash between what they
say the rest of us should do
and what they don't do daily
Take a peek at the beak to tell a crow from a raven forevermore
It's Monday morning
So time to get your crow on
My fine haiku peeps
🐦⬛
fresh wind is welcome
under the blankets after
night chill hot air fill
be careful with whom
you #associate with in
waxing fascist times
Chill of a night kill
Watch Associate eat crow
Wash it down with bile
Personal Advert:
So my little pierogi
Roll around with me
In some flour and butter
See what fun we can boil up
Follow time's arrow
Feel it in my marrow
Fly straight and narrow
Invert the advert
Give us your money to solve
The crisis we made
The crisis we made
Can be solved with your money
Advert the invert
Raconteur Rancor
spinning bilious narration
to all who'll listen
Rancor is the anchor for the soulless stanker wanker
the more he stretches
the truth the more elastic
it becomes for him
if it finally snaps back
will it hit him in the puss
Once the leaves yellow
The beach is best for strolling
Once swimmers have gone
A Scroll Threw Life 