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How dry I am,
Layed out in the street. How dry I am, Six gun at my feet. They call me Denton. Second chance bid. Potion tinker, Quickdraw kid. Time enough. No time at all. Time enough. No time at all. Quickdraw counter, Henry J Fate. Tme for a shave, But don't be too late. Both drink the potion. Panic and shoot. Don't fire out of anger. Don't fall in pursuit. Did you get him, Quickdraw? You finally free? You get him, Quickdraw? No more than he got me. 3/5/2019 Zone S1E3
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Force of habit Torn asunder Going under Under a minute Caught within it Bought a ticket Sticky wicket Whisk and splash Grind to ash Resolve to find A solvent mind Don’t mind if I do Dislike the hue It’s like a brash, Sartorial sash Saintly Sally Calls to rally Cry for justice Know they must kiss Kissing cousins Baking dozens Making biscuits Tonight they’ll risk it Kit and kaboodle Lose yer noodle Excuse your conscience Countdown to launches. 2/8/22 Scattershot
Icy hot Tater tot Melting pot Reading rainbow Make the pain go Round and round In Liquid Draino Dasher dancer Aching cancer Echo answer Sailing lancer Of course, I miss you Every issue Elmer's igloo Grab a tissue Falling plaster Alabaster Legs with casters Feats go faster On your honor I'm a goner Nothing on her Party Donner Let go, lightly Shiny, brightly At the finish Eat your spinach 2/21/22 Off and running
Conscious cunning Sticky wicket Poke and prick it Eye for ire Qualifier Sir and Sire Muck and Mire Smooth, delicious Making wishes Doing dishes Snarky, vicious Vitamin K Break of Day Snort and bray Salome' True intention Apprehension Soul ascension New invention Clever tactics Prophylactics Bubbly sodas Falling quotas Easy peasy George and Weezy, Olsen, Nelly On the telly 2/21/21 "Come one,
Come all." Chimes the carney Down the hall. On empty throne A child is born. At the bar, My heart is worn. Another round. Another drink. Another reason Not to think Or weep into The arms of God. Salvation lady Thinks I'm odd. Reach into my bag of tricks. Nothing here I had to nick. Just one gift I hide and seek. That love and joy befall the meek. Small beneath the lamp post light, Focused on a silent night. From the stoop and from the gutter, Can we learn to love each other? Joy and tidings I wish to you. Not just nothings to accrue. Blessed those who want to feel A holy night means something real. 12/23/24 ZONE S2E11 Shooting arrows in the air
For who Would notice Or who Would care. Sending signals. Flash of light Through the darkness, Out of sight. A hopeful journey Of seek and find To feed the spirit And quench the mind. But plans fall short Or crash and burn. Dream investments Without return. From the wreckage, What can we learn? Set out on foot, Making tracks. One step forward Don’t look back. In the distance, The unknown goal. An eager, willing Aching soul. A new beginning Another shot The dice will roll The fever’s hot Gamble on your lucky star Wherever you go, well, there you are. Tonight, it's bright lights of casinos On this wayward path to Reno 5/2/20 ZONE S1E15 Inglorious
Laborious Notorious Sartorius A blister, blinding ray Breaches the lip of day. Silence calls to play. Si vous ecoutez. Basking in its' moment. Sonic, scenic foment Warming, welcome grooving Keeps the blood cells moving. Hawks start swirling, circling. Huntsmen crawling, lurking. Scopic pinpoint vision Talon tear incision. Bleeding, brightly blessing, Wounds bubble, effervescing. Leaves lie frigid fainting In frothy, frosty dressing. Mental clatter clearance Chatter interference Tuning out the static Focus automatic. From this moment, I embark. Hauling twilight From the dark. 2/1/22 Ties that bind
Tangle the mind. There's a hitch On Highway 9. Something happened. Something dark On the train tracks Near the park. When it was over, I was caught. Wrapped and wrangled In a knot. Crossing over. Crossing back, On each side Of every track. Lost caboose, What will it be, Once you’re footloose And fancy free? Find a payphone. Make a call. Nothing comes But caterwaul. They all miss you. Since you’ve gone. Tried to accept Your moving on. You must face it. Today’s the day. Just follow me. We're on our way. 6/6/20 ZONE S1E16 Happy days are here again,
Since I can’t remember when. Though life has tried to intervene, I concentrate on something clean. It took a wreck to hash it out. Days like this don’t come about. From here on out, our luck will change. The puzzle pieces rearrange. Off to the races, we’re on track. Recycled faces looking back. Our luck has changed. We’re soon to find Time on our side, the fortunate kind. Flip a coin and call its’ name. At Bay Meadows, I’ll do the same. We’re just three lemons, squeezing juice. Don’t try to tell me about the truth. I know it doesn’t always last. The candle's bright and burns too fast. Hurry now and then it’s gone. The room, the joy, the right that’s wrong. Listen honey, I need a fix Of luck and timing, dirty tricks. None the wiser. Get the goods. An ounce of gots over a pound of shoulds. Well enough ain’t good enough When you’re bound to lose. Make a wish for power Then blow out the fuse. 2/3/25 ZONE S2E21 On a pedestal
He stands. Respect He commands. Time has tarnished. Dulled the varnish. Commemoration Veneration Clacky clack. Smack of balls Echo stained Cigarette halls. On forest felt And chalky blue, In the corner Waits my cue. Deeper pockets Fire rockets. Rack em up Winner’s cup. Little kid Red Roy Rogers. Trails he hid. This tiny todger Now looks back His shoes won’t fill. The walls don’t crack The windowsill. Inside the view, Beyond the crying His father's heart A prideful lion 04/12/22 Tutankhamen
And Top Ramen Follow fever Eager beaver Tidy epic Epileptic Fashion forward Just rewarder Follow leader Parking Meter Tiny tots Astronauts Hog the room Doom and gloom Things grow darker Without Bob Barker Acting fancy, Walker Nancy Finds her way Every lady day Towards the spot. Starts to blot And dab the stain, With hope's refrain. But truth will out And run about. Are we willing? Not really feeling Times are tough Off the cuff Holes from ashes, Floating camel sashes To singe our feelings, Find us reeling. But we wish You would quit. 10/23/20 Tempered with ice.
The nibbles of little mice. Crumbs left on the carpet. Bums outside the market Chew what you will spare, Dusty fingers in the air. I give and yet I cough Knowing it’s not enough, But will have to do While struggling to pursue More to life substantial. This subscription has been canceled. The vile left with poison. Spooning to the boys in Fluorescent tile dormitory, Repentant and reformatory. Take heart, little child, The penance has been mild. The sting and bruise will heal. Leaving nothing to conceal But the shiny inner plate, Empty, because you ate All your butter beans, Knowing that this means Nothing more is coming. Push off the table, running. Leap for an open door. Here there is no more. Your apple has its’ core. Take it. Plant the seeds In soil that meets your needs. 2/7/22 |
