
As Ma
would say:
Wheeze all headed for the coughin’
–so whoop it up!
(if the coffin fits)
don’t just hack it
–stay
inspired.

As Ma
would say:
Wheeze all headed for the coughin’
–so whoop it up!
(if the coffin fits)
don’t just hack it
–stay
inspired.

a beggar, I
scour my barren bellum
for beauty
–once abundant
becalmed by its lack
& burgeoning begun,
since seeds mine
you don’t find
every day
–no you don’t–
.
.
.
But I do.

Odds are
9 to 5
racing wears you down
but oh, the ribbon wrapping week
compels a rat to scuttle
cheesy reward, and convoluted,
–weak-end warriors needn’t play
only a strong finish applies–
amazing,
though it seems.

I am the K
in capable,
the A
in A-1,
the Rrrr
that shivers yer timbers. . .
the I
that’s write
in center of storm,
to the
N th degree
–a variable.

in mass
hysteria
not MA,
and mob mentality
who-who?
the poetry owl
whether vane–was dependable
went missing.
Que’so, here’s how it went down:
After eating fa’heatehs,
(1 less than 5)
the
hombre was on fire!

That’s a lot a’ heatahs!
Almost as many
BRR–eatos
as followed
. . .
–to help him
get
chile.

My Ant bought the farm. . .
My Uncle called “Me”!
and Father just killed some Time. . .
and Brother I’d druther
was from other mother
–got too Big for britches
and died.