White mist drops on forest trees. A gavel pounds and a decree: No warning will be posted. Apples a day are killing thee.
Men of private island lifestyle Catch and capture butterflies. How many men have flown there Will now never come to light.
Her first word was Dada, Or was it data? Caesar salada, Is what you ate. Points of data. Size of feet. Bra size, pant size. Eyes anesthetized. We agree to give away. The things we do. The things we say. Stored and used as requested, To sell you a handbag, Or win an election.
No offence, we like the fence Members of both points of View not ever black and white Above the dirty rascals Sitting tall on walls of grey Beloved Kings of Castles pray A digit will not point their way Back down beneath the Muffets Missed through glasses tinTED Talks aloud in discrete spectrums Seeing spiders … Continue reading No Offense (A Poem)
You've been in Squirrelville, on the forty-fifth parallel, unparalleled in everything except the water in the well. Swell. You need a shower now. Forget about the junk in the well hole trunk and take a dunk in the swimming hole, jump into your swimming trunks. Jump into the box of your Dad's Ford pickup truck. … Continue reading Where ya been, Sheep?
Production slumps in areas abound A home run hitter A manufacturer A pitcher on the mound Of words and alternates Synonymously found Like a lucky penny On the ground Though thoughts aplenty Through months of winter Now the drought Balance sheets of summer Don't impress the mentor An out of cement Idea cementer Can't pave … Continue reading Crumbs (A Poem)
Morning blogging is my specialty. I feel energized with a little coffee. When I say a little, I mean a lot. I always drink half the pot. To drink the whole pot would be a crime because there are two of us tangoing at this time. Nighttime blogging is the coming unhinged like a rusty … Continue reading Blogging Polarity