Something twisted in the catacombs runs
Up one side and down the other, creasing.
Arranged from two loves, on top of another,
Creation, retribution, salad face, clinging.
Monopoly Budweiser Cornish hen demons.
Month: April 2017
Victory
To survive,
The ultimate challenge,
In the face of adversity.
A voice calls
From deep down inside,
Crying for strength,
And loyalty to one’s own
Individuality.
Gather family and friends
To build support.
Make a plan
And carry it out,
Step by step,
To the summit
Of victory.
The Long Race
Pushing past the resistance of my lone
Predicament, unique as all in their own
Way. At a loss to come up with functional
Rituals that charm my life sufficiently. I
Determine to keep on running the race.
Nothin’ Past
Burn it away into oblivion sink it down
Push it inside out turn the space into the
Hole trace it back and start all over again
Train is ragin’ down those old tracks can’t
Stop it now no turnin’ back no nothin’ past
Mobile
Clanging barbecue hats believing bomb hell
Triumph deep triangles calculating duck
Tape tubes teepee heads cucumber cookie
Monster beef franks elbow bouncing balls
Touched crinkling aluminum value mobile
Whispers
Ping pong jackolanterns creep silently up
The creek. Minuets slide uproariously on
Top of rising and crashing ocean tidal
Waves. Grandfather clocks rock summits
On cliffs to braggadocio silent whispers.
Two Inches of Cats
Who’s gonna buy me two inches of rain and
Two inches of cats? Clay tablets on a
Mountainside slide slowly down to conk
Someone on the head. I wish Coca-Cola
Would put a tiger on their cans; they’d sell
More that way.
A Close Catch
Swirling pathways into meaninglessness
Take me from depression to creativity to
Depression. Happy thoughts bring me up,
While sad thoughts spiral down. The
Vicious cycle bounces around with every
Point reached in between. A close catch.
Cheese and Crackers
Flung famished fortune cookie peddlers
Crossed a busy highway on their little bikes,
And ended up falling into a great big mud
Puddle full of ducks and geese. Cheese and
Crackers are tasty in the morning after
Prayers.
Cheers!
Birds swoop underneath forks and spoons
Full of spaghetti. Haunted houses collide
With wrecked cars on empty highways in
The middle of the howling, angry night. I
Had hoped I would get more money when I
Placed my bet at the ATM. Here’s to cheers!
Stumbling along the sidewalk 