we’re all so fully fallible–

our foibles→

refillable

> inborn & instill-able <

–accept it

–to the syl∙la∙ble–

Enjoy it!

Make it

$ billable $

As facades

> though employable <

are fables for the

~flappable~

both sappy &

/ implacable /

a go-to for the

p  l i a b l e

a fallback

that’s detestable

unviable & liable

to render tender

* jest-able *

as bending truth is

^ laughable ^

& also Google trackable

exposing like Pinocchio

a posing braggadocio

a–nose–so–long→

it’s joke–

–ay?

Yo!

(deep breath)

…while frontages more facile…

Will prove that you’re no asshole.

 
what do I have now?

Full of Self-Possessions,

my Belongings

of Sense were

Lost in Transit,

–Thank God I wore sensible shoes–

Family Trappings

rerouted to

God knows Where

an’ me with all these claim tickets I can only exchange for more forms…

*Lifeless forms*

a Baggage Check I’d rather

fuggadabout

–fuggadabout being the answer to 235 across, as well–

in the Traveler’s Anagram Puzzle Book I also have,

> and am never without <

what else do I have, I wonder?

I bare Gab Gifts

loads of Gab Gifts,

scrumptious & extravagant &

à la mode

arriving late & making a splash

in fabulous Raps

& bespoke as Auntie Mame

More reliable than Fed-Ex,

these Prescience of Mind arrive 24/7–

in all kinds of weather

providing so many Stringed Thoughts to sign for,

I toss the bulk unopened in the general direction of

Public Storage

a permanently grey area that Mugs

but never rains

>splattering Affects<

aiming parabolic, rainbow synapses

across acres and acres of Unreal Estate

–I own!

flat out own–

minus the

more-more-more Gauge

and Room with View

I homesteaded myself,

for the prerequisite 7 years

(and then some)

impossible to find on open market…

What else…what else…what else!

Lessee–

write.

in Deed.

My Knowledge Wealth.

That’s highly bankable, too,

just not to the US,

and grows on Principles

in which I placed great Stock

–so surprise!

That makes me rich!

My Wordy Goods only accruing daily

> ignorance <

for example,

means: bliss

didja know?

and Mind Peaces

*tho scattered*

–more valuable still.

Charon’s Ferry

(bait and tackle)

set up shop near River Styx,

at its nexus,

south of Texas,

selling river-crossing trips…

the only charge,

to ride that barge,

a coin between your lips,

assuming death,

has stopped your breath,

when booking you on ship….

& once aboard–

–with demon horde

you’ll find there’s much to do,

since power boats,

don’t cross the moat,

between Abyss and you,

> at very least <

that Charon beast,

expects you work the crew…

so bring a paddle,

like rest of chattel,

‘fore jumpin’ on canoe,

Then feel free,

(the last you’ll be)

to look around the lake…

some residents

¡ were presidents !

but there’s no Watergate–

–no Hoover dam

but Dick’s herb, and,

that’s mood Depressing shake.

(Herb shovels sh*t

around the Pit

with pointless, taxing rakes)

There’s Bordens, too,

and Gorgons, who–

–are not as stoned as last time…

it’s best to peek,

with glance oblique,

since stoning is their pastime,

avoiding stares,

(& whispered prayers)

should save you from that cast eye…

a payoff huge,

since Pan will use,

your stones for breaking glass shrines…

But when you dock,

across the Loch,

make sure your hands aren’t idle–

–as Devil loves

his ownsome gloves

not yours—that sh*t’s just libel…

assist offload,

as if you’re Job,

both actual, and Bible,

secure the gang

way–try to hang–

–way back in case of tidal

↓ ebb & flow ↑

of flames can throw,

you face to face with idols.

–a closing tip–

there’s no round trip,

your destination’s final.

…whiplash eyes you

hide your whiplash eyes, Paris,

and stayed epoch is so unyielding.

years too long to bear

when horizons stay bare too long…
 

Time more Thief

than beggar

trammeled by

your pattern…

Quantum entanglement…

eclipsed by daily rotations

(distance, too)

a Substantial miss

when matching energy

once so Near—

recedes…

carried off

in unprecedented

3rd tide

that salted waters

with Death…

Now frosted lip crashes

on mossier gold,

on hidden, Opaque reef

that cuts obliquely, but to the Heart.

Vivisecting Carnation

a petal-strewn Idol…

spuming its surplus catch

into plurality.

a Modern day Scribe must write.

first and foremost

attending to the guts of a story as if it might never be read,

revealing in great detail the smudges on light bulbs long trashed,

the same smudges to which any handled object is subject,

but few dare own.

Surrendering pride

the Modern Day Writer writes because she knows.

—knows someone has to record accuracies.

Distortions, too,

satires, and parodies—

versing excursions

and lessons only learned in detention,

but accurate.

The Modern Day Muse is possessed.

Scribbling characters.

Characters by word.

Blacked reflections of

experience perceived

—sometimes reactions

—rarely redactions

since the Modern Day Truth Teller is

unconcerned with falderal

such as popularity

—knowing, as she does,

that veracity will endure in a manner

prettiest eyes,

lies,

and cleanest ass

—will not.

The Modern Day Poet

aches with every

interaction.

Bruised by careless rabble

more counterfeit than compliment

(like China)

original thought diluted

by virtue of sleeping heard

Still, the Modern Day Writer wields this pain

as pen—

—all pain, really.

an act that can compound

but might diffuse

often astounding the scribe herself

as it disperses

into all that’s unwritten between lines
 

—that the best Modern Day Writers include.

Add-man

and right away

he has a hankering for Ribs.
 

Enter Even.

someone’s got to cook, and

Odds are, the fruit plate will

excite goose-bumps

–the start’her a Venom Appetizer

followed by spot-on desserts

> I’m lying–it’s just more fruit <

dress codes,

and the first argument ever

over “who ordered what”

Delivery and take-out only–

–Garden seating is booked.