Saturday, December 04, 2021
Wednesday, December 01, 2021
Wednesday, November 24, 2021
She struts clam'rous ovations from a sumptuously clappin' derrière.
With every stride her bounteous bosom bounces, straining her brassiere.
The cocks crow and hens cry foul, windows tremble as the Skyline bows.
Waves of heat flood her wake, horned devils aflame to strip the blouse.
They burn double: from God's decree and her flesh's heavenly abundance.
Their pricks sing as spirits burn, such agony never gleans a glance
from those bright eyes and brighter smile as the deafening parade passes.
Women decry, hissing "She's too much!", and Men athirst taste bitter ashes.
Thursday, November 18, 2021
Tuesday, November 16, 2021
Wednesday, October 27, 2021
Halloween is nothing to celebrate.
It should not be fun.
On my tenth Hallows'
my Appendix nearly burst
as a ghoulish German dwarf
cruelly tried to make me laugh
with his Swabian accent
while I writhed in pain.
It's no excuse to stuff your faces with sweets
(Which mother blamed for my malady).
When evil is let loose before Saints return,
streets and sidewalks shall be Rivers of Blood.
Tuesday, October 12, 2021
Thursday, October 07, 2021
Chased chimeras for years
and life, the ultimate spoil,
will be pinched from me
by the subtlest hand.
Only death keeps score,
toe tags add up.
Jesus is the greatest thief of all.
He nicked eternal life from death
and, like a thief in this night,
returns to take mine.
Monday, September 27, 2021
Crisp air of your essence,
clarity of its bouquet,
overwhelms all sense.
You mock my ardor,
but I will not surrender.
God was hardest upon
His most ardent prophets.
I love the chase as much as capture.
I know both sides of rapture.
In your arms being cast down
or taken up is equal pleasure.
Monday, September 20, 2021
Lurid house-fronts line the banks
as tourist boats glide lifelessly by...
Songs never heard as shopkeepers
toll waterways and patent every hue.
Smiles shine brighter than
freshly minted coins.
Every boy and girl a budding
Bounderby or Hetty Green.
This cashbox Venice that banished
Santa Claus centuries ago...
Where Soarin' Graveyards died hated
and Jens cursed with his last breath.
Thursday, September 02, 2021
My breath is a menace I'm told,
whether indoors midst vents
or outside under towers.
There is no refuge, no Prince Galahalt
to slay invisible, variating, Dragons.
Overburdened Angels of Mercy
stoically vent about those
they've lost patience with and euthanize.
I look out between blinds and see
well spaced lines of bodies in masks
under Sun's kind light who look
like variants of the Stoic Angels
knowing the tales and tailism are endless,
a terror induced enclosure without escape.
Thursday, August 12, 2021
Saturday, August 07, 2021
Wednesday, August 04, 2021
Saturday, July 31, 2021
Wednesday, July 14, 2021
So sunny and the bright blue above flooded everything in gold.
She was graduating and wanted to come over
for a swim and sunbathe to celebrate.
Her white bikini soaked up sunlight and my eyes as she dove in.
Her tan skin glowed like shaded pearl.
While sunning she asked me to apply
lotion to her legs and back when she turned over.
My hands explored her firm softness and rose
slowly up her legs to thighs and ascending rise
to two perfect hemispheres covered by chaste cloth.
How much I wished to tuck in that cloth and explore
those glorious hemispheres with my hands,
my head aswim in sweet sap but...
I burned pleasurably but was never burnt.
Saturday, July 03, 2021
Thursday, July 01, 2021
A stoic Dutch captain hung himself at the helm.
The Lookout was reading an account of the assassination
of Louis, Duc D'Orléans by John the Fearless to repel
stifling heat as the river's course took them.
His soaked brow's menace aroused a targeted smack.
A mosquito's quelled and The Lookout's sucked blood
mingles with sweat dyeing his forehead blanched red.
He thought of the Duc D'Orléans' severed hand.
This branche cadette kindled flame,
nearly torching his elder's frame.
Saturday, June 12, 2021
Sunday, May 30, 2021
Sunday, May 16, 2021
Thursday, May 06, 2021
Wednesday, May 05, 2021
Tuesday, April 27, 2021
"Don't Worry Mr. Gates, We'll Never Distribute Vaccines Freely to Other Nations Because There's Money to Be Made."
Gentleman at the end next to Bill Gates is the Medical Sciences Chief of The Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation and also was the executor of Epstein's Estate. Guy on the opposite side of Epstein from Gates is Larry Summers, former Treasury Secretary of the US during Clinton administration.
Sunday, April 25, 2021
The embroiderers of the golden tapestry
never let down their hair as rope
to take up seekers.
They enclose with estranged cloth
that wraps us and shines
in each ray of the Sun's
The cold kiss of a tear stings flushed cheeks.
Bare bone shakes when touched by their gold.
Words turn against flesh and feast.
Tuesday, April 13, 2021
Monday, March 29, 2021
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
When air becomes terror birds sing dirges.
The Sun's rays mock masked children
scratching window panes.
Dust gathers on desks too close for hygienic concern,
playgrounds still as graveyards.
When air becomes terror billionaires sing paeans
for pharmaceutical corps and strictly enforced
cleansing of public space while their wealth
Friday, March 05, 2021
Otters with heads shaved
like Slaves of Christ
swam in columns down
One may have been
A Mother and her boys
on a carousel,
mirrors captured me taking
In a white Volvo I was
the driver playing music
that "always told a story"
as the boys laughed
Saturday, February 20, 2021
Friday, February 12, 2021
Head first into the world,
a girl crowned blonde.
Precious and blinded by
pointed blades of light.
Years erase the blight.
Bloom of hair and limbs
ignite with youthful vigor,
ripening life so tender.
Time drags and adulthood
hangs high above her reach,
dim as a distant star.
Alive with dream and caution,
years fly and ideals blossom.
She gets to work and builds,
hope alone won't do,
a life to fit her best:
Not without passionately seeking
a helpmate to make it doubly blest.
Thursday, February 04, 2021
Our bus cleared the overpass.
Scent of manure fills nostrils
as gold fields flank the road
far as youthful eyes espy.
Out to Pioneer: a square, sparse structure
of three stories, solid as a Cathedral
without ornament, featuring dully
tiled hallways with water fountains
made too high for children.
In classrooms a tricolored rag
hung over a prominent corner
we pledged ourselves to each morning.
Afterwards, from steel vents
above baseboards, (glittering grates radiant as sin)
warm fires of hell
conveyed the quickened breath
of diligent devils to all.
When the heat shut off
everyone, in sacred silence, knew
death's sombre polity was nigh.