Baked, or: Wry humor

Free verse, free verse, getcher free verse! Tomorrow it'll cost ye! Straight outta the oven! Yes, Ma'am! 'ere ye go, Ma'am! Oh, yes, Sir! We've been in the guild fer fi... no... make it six generations in consonance with our family's standards... Th-the vow, Sir? O-of course, Sir, b-by 'eart, Sir! I do solemnly vow,… Continue reading Baked, or: Wry humor

Thanatophobia, or: Pit

It could be that the very idea of health is a plant seeded within fertile as we are unwittingly desperate as we are arable sown watered , sweat flowing from our over our down our onto our full flowering forceful , feracious , , fe,,, f f d'Verse Poetics 'Dungeons and Derivatives' The idea of… Continue reading Thanatophobia, or: Pit

or: Tired

A cheap whiskey for mixing Rinses the mind out after Rubbing all ten digits raw Ev'ry finger tip pulsing Against an inclined keyboard Keys shadow'd by a darkness But new channels have been hew'd Flowing liquid won't settle Above the eyes as it should Won't submerge all kindly in The night's consuming shadows Rounded keys… Continue reading or: Tired

Truth, or: Dare

A free verse poem No choice, he figured. No bullets but the one in his leg. No windows, no noise, no smoke. No way of knowing, but he wouldn't survive outside in the snow. "Hey! Anybody in there? Hello? I need shelter! Anybody there?" No response. As he pain- fully limped his way a- round… Continue reading Truth, or: Dare

Undone, or: Nowhere

Chant poetry Node node Nobody knows knows me node Node node node Nobody comes knocking node Node node Nowhere nowhere nowhere node Node node node Notes notes notes are written node Node node Nobody can read them node Node node node Notes are notes notes are played node Node node Nobody can hear them node… Continue reading Undone, or: Nowhere