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Peeling spackle
Baby rattle Bated breath Take a guess Take a moment Tear the ticket Stony bro Sticky wicket High class ho Joker Joe Allan Poe What do you know? Fine and fancy Far and wide All we have What we hide Something to fear Inner ear Picks up a frequency Nerve and static Sworn to secrecy In the attic 10/2/21
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Paper wings
Sun bright beams Yellow, white Guiding light. Lift me up Push away Rise through darkness Cloudy day Sunny side Happy mind Laughing child As we climb Field of blue Forget Me Not hue From here I see A land of trees Rivers, lakes For goodness sakes. This world gives more Than it ever takes 5/6/22 What’s your handle?
Where’s your candle? Fingers fleshy Roman sandals Now the moment. Then the minute, While we’re oblivious To know we’re in it. Exaltation Violation Knee deep vantage Visitation. Since it happened, Wondrous clues. Close the curtain. Spill the news. Walk with strangers In ones and twos. Carpet bagging Voices nagging Forecast often Dance the dance Satin coffin In your pants Onward Upward Forward Reward 1/6/21 Lake silence,
Pestered by empty chatter, Turns to echo violence On neighbor's turkey platter. For a few precious minutes, I'd hoped the quiet might sustain. Air holding its' breath. The branches in refrain. First, they start their squawking. “Wop Wah" and "chick a-beek”. Then in slurry seconds, The slappy, sloppy mentions Of fuck and shit Over every little bit. Something out of nothing Type of petty nitwits. Gummy, gabby, toothless. Greasy, forty weight hands Clenching tight and ruthless. Fists pounding half baked hams. I guess they’ve always been there, Though I've tried to block them out. The endless barking mongrels And yelling all about. Life goes unregarded, Picking petty, paltry nothings. I shouldn’t say retarded, But mental growth goes wanting. A duck flaps across the water. So pondering its' existence. I guess it’s just another Spontaneous, fluttering, fleeting instance. Would it be much trouble To let me catch this grace in passing? Shut up you motherfuckers! I found a prayer withstanding. 11/26/20 There once was Johnny, Jim or Joe.
Shimmy shifting friend or foe. Took his place and played the ace. Left the game without a name. Elegant as an ambling eel, His face had some piquant appeal. What he knew and yet concealed, Could not deter which him was real. In the news, this singer’s blues Did not amuse and sang no clues. But also ran still had a plan To get rich quick, turn twice the man. These thoughts check in and don’t check out. They dream and scheme and gad about. They fill your head and pounce around. An empty bell with thumping sounds. Searching for the next in line, Vacancy without a sign. Who will wander past the ace, The devil or a friendly face. Look round the bend, toward ribbon ends. The loser’s plan to make amends. The tangled dream of dying friends With handshake grip, begin again 3/5//20 Zone S1E13 It’s just like, never mind.
For once, I’d like to Chew the rind And forget the pulp. Where’s the rope? You’ve since discovered that, In domestic transparency, A torbid cat, Would get more notice. An elevator, Otis, Would climb higher. Each floor, a magnifier, Bringing more in focus. A carpet of locusts Engulf the obvious. Devour an obsequious Ballet from the dust. Hey, that’s us. We strut and pose. But everyone knows The puerile child. Maybe babies. Seething rabies. Ready to spread. Now, from this infected head Comes a toast. “To all that made the most Of collage and confusion” And stale bit illusions. Stay the full course. Ride steady the horse. My ass is tired. This feedbag expired. Lucky Lady in the sixth. Lest we find her In Betwixt. 11/25/20 Dewy dawn
Violet lawn Light brings promise. Hopeful solace Brighter moment Open omens Anything’s possible. Something’s plausible. Wait. You’ll get it. There. I said it. You won’t regret it. So relax. Put down the ax. Pick up the needle. Stitch in time. Save mine. Sew a blanket. Cover my casket. Shroud my tomb, A cold, dry womb. The journey, warmer. To the cozy corner, Where our love stays. Here comes that ray Of light from Heaven. Weather Forecast At eleven. 2/3/21 Speed of Light
Shiny white Off to majors Fly a kite Hawk hexameter Steep parameters Wondrous wonderings Retired janitors Hatch the strident Sometimes violent Weak wick waxwings Defy the Trident Hapless holdings Relentless castings Brackish, bronchial Wisemen fasting. Tide and timer Nothing finer Seize the synapsed Reconciler Jammed and janky Left red hanky Fortuitous footpath Darla, Spanky Now we know this Photosynthesis Santeria Deaf apprentice Mild, malfeasant Transparent reason Quite the quandrous Giving Season 11/30/20 auto Collect call
Caterwaul Ashes fall Where they may. Righteous, random Awkward fandom. Socks with sandals Bricks and brambles True confetti Lies within. Just spaghetti on your chin. Fine dine Tail gate Cheap wine 1k a plate Tale tattle Once recused Shake your rattle Not amused Voice destruction Answered call Deep malfunction After all The world a jewel On your back. Acting cool and Off the rack. All the while It seems so strange. Crocodile Home on the Range Bid you nothing. Hence the magic. Know your bluffing. That look so tragic. 12/4/20 They say
You can’t hold The Devil And the moon is cold. Caught up in a lie. Strangers passing By and by. They don’t hear the plaintive cry. Raise the staff. Lock the door. I see a light Under the floor. The wolf is calling And he wants more And more and more. So much in store. I’m lost. I’m lost. Repent the cost. The Staff of Truth Is now the boss. Capture deceit. Lock up the lies. Outside, outpace Our alibis. We try and try To work for good. The guardians of truth With staff of wood. We, of sick men, In sanctuary seek The howling truth. Our flesh is week. The moon so cold. The wind through leaves. We wear these robes With heavy sleeves. 6/11/24 Zone S2E5 Rotten Rocky,
Feeling cocky. Haughty heist. Poltergeist. Fats, the guide, Builds your stride. All you want. Sweet dreams to haunt. Place your bets. He wants, He gets. Win, Win, Win. All out’s All In. My, it’s nice To have a slice. Oh, there’s more, Three or four. And there's some dolls In old dance halls I don’t deserve. So pinch the nerve. Inside the mirror, I see a face. This Is that silver, Other place. Come here often? Wanna get laid? A cozy coffin, This bed you’ve made. Zone S1E28 Shimmy shambles
Baby brambles Iron discus Torn meniscus Like you wanted Big blue bonnet See the difference Just this instance Dine with family Awkward homily In your element See what you get Ain't no thing Atleast a chicken wing Plucked and wounded Flapped and tuned in Tomorrow’s vision Dire derision Awhile till Frisco And horse meat disco Tangled twosomes Love is gruesome Forever fallow Obnoxious, callow Whence we danced Mood enhanced Haunches ample Whitman’s sample Oooh delicious! Spicy, vicious I expect tomorrow Will bring the sorrow 11/28/20 auto |
