Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Phrazez that Payzez
Explicit comfort
Feasible joy
Gwyneth Paltrow hawks
Her personal star fragrance
In candle format 👃
mesmerizing drop
gravity revealed what
garment once concealed
we're all complicit
in the illicit actions
taken in our name
want feasible joy
from an illicit drop of
fragrance of a star
a guaranteed wash over
of pure explicit comfort
Thankful for the day
I can spend as I prefer
Basting straw turkeys
Uncanned spam leading
A dearth of distilled data
Learning pollution
Kippy Chiquita
Between the green and the black
There was yellowing
Kippy Chiquita
Wore a fruit basket headpiece
Swore that was her name
A festive Thanksgiving dance
In a flouncy yellow dress
Holiday learning
Prefer finding out about
Old family members
Reading yellowing journals
While spilling new tea gossip
Cogito hill climb
Drop my morning bucket down
Hilltop haiku well
First snow has become
Hard crumbly grey ground cover
Crunchy trails for me
with all the criming
multiplied by the number
of lies being told
little wonder trust total
adds up to great big zero
Face masked tricksters stomp
Halloween and every day
Up and down the block
Treats us to brutality
Play violent peek-a-boo
Enjoy special cosplay writhe served up on Halloween night.
We wriggle and writhe
Out of our trick or treat duds
Birthday suit playtime
Foggy night football
Nobody could see a thing
SOP for refs
Halloween night flight
Razor wire kite tail gleams
Watch bloody crowds writhe
Observe from afar
Stupefied into silence
The daily discourse
About time for golden silence to infect the occupant
Occasionally struck
By a stray ray of kismet
Causality queue
Affect a casual stance
While waiting for the effect
Three sheets to the wind
One maudlin Martini slurp
Follows another
A blizzard of bar coasters
Under turned over new leaves
a ray of reason
can break the maudlin silence
by turning new leaves
Phrazez that Payzez
Turning common misery
Into ordinary unhappiness
One day at a time.
I may not be a great marksman, but I once shot an ocelot in my slippers and pajamas. How that cat got into my pajamas I’ll never know. But the story always made Captain Spaulding drool when he entered through his stolen Groucho Marx joke portal.
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
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.
some barely conscious
of IRL surroundings
subsumed all day while
partaking of violent games
ingesting haughty delights
Open eyes receive
Open ears and minds absorb
Harvest stimuli
I met the new moon
Just the same as the old moon
Shadow creep display
In new moon dreaming
I harvest my conscious thoughts
Til sunrise bird song
Phrazez that Payzez
Anguished product of my own individuation.
Via Very Bad Wizards
Arthur Schopenhauer
German philosopher
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 Scroll Threw Life 