Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
a shovel and wand
will unearth the unearthly
granfalloon woo woo
to spoon feed clueless creepers
from a bony cosplay claw
our decrepitude
ruthless rancid and randy
offends all senses
waddling around the world
worst of us on full display
Rancid Fox allusions served up on moldy Republican platitudes
ease out of the deep
covered in rancid seaweed
compressed in white rice
the chicken of the sea waits
to be choked down wet and raw
Once upon a time
Dreamed the American Dream
Thought we had it all
But at the end of the line
Found the American Scheme
hanging by a thread
of their own self spun petard
silkworm takes the fall
There's many a shrine
Where the altar alter verse
Suborn the faithful
With beads, trinkets, and icons
Spun from whole cloth fantasies
cherished her as a
deluxe vintage vehicle
little slow to start
needed extra attention
but once running she would purr
fallen loose larva
seductive silkworm spinning
deluxe silk for all
who homage her fabric shrine
with many precious shekels
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
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
Once upon a time
Got a splinter in my calf
Embedded for life
Reminds me with every step
Of that October moment
But a splinter of wood to keep us warm for the winter
No fork in the road
More of a turnpike splinter
Out of control spin
Less plausible than
a vignette in pulp fiction
Current governance
Splinter my timbers
Pulp my frost. Defrost the calf
Pump and dump plunder
Running with scissors
Tripping fell down and went slash
The gash was ghastly
October quickly churlishly churned
from mostly to vastly ghastly
clouded judgment brain
impaired by the fine drizzle
of grain alcohol
ghastly pharmaceuticals
and delusions of grandeur
Need an oasis
Away from constant drizzle
Of drivel du jour
another feral
fetid fabulation spun
from festering ooze
the nineteen nineties
a blur of awful choices
from professional
personal, financial swamps
to metaphysical bogs
Track the pink bunny
All under the hunter's moon
A #blur in the night
showing the whole world
the soft pink underbelly
of Corruption Inc.
The frisky fiend frolicked in the fetid fungi forest
A Scroll Threw Life 