January 18, 2017 
Comments Off on Spelling does Matter
An erratic dancer
she danced sexy
some of the time…
tattooed bruises to cover up
wounds,
and felt more attractive
dressed down…
a stuffed little chick spinning
polls in her favor,
~ à la politique
Amerique~
sh*t howdy–
that number
could cook.
January 13, 2017 Comments Off on of Champions
after sowing his wild oats,
Quaker joined up with
Jemima & Buttersworth
–cereal killers, they, but what did he care?
Pease porridge
cold—he was caKed
–part of an entirely different
kind of Breakfast Club, now,
–an’a kinda sandwich, at that—
the 3 got their egg on
in 2–
ergo Eggo, an’
all to the good,
(the Quakin’ bacon thing)
since this club had that
sausage party
to contend with
–the one Jimmy
(jimmy)
Dean
staged every
day of
every year,
a virtual impossibility to miss
–onna GOLF course,
(of course)
laid out in links…
December 21, 2016 Comments Off on Pavé Diamond
The earth
doesn’t need a
floor
wall-to-wall tarmac
–no breakwaters
–no sea walls
–no dams
Just bridges.
December 11, 2016 Comments Off on 9-1
she was the
Sin
and he was the
Man
–in a sky full of Stares
That-Burn
rings
on the ropes
stringing puppet theater
that control
Her-Fury
a Mood-O!
like he never knew
–her, either—
eyes as
Mean-as
his, and
faraway….
intent on
Hep-tunes
full of Stars
–the place they shine
and twinkle
in the mist…
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mystical/
November 9, 2016 Comments Off on Poet-Tea
Steeped in
flagrante
verbs
and custom,
staged in banqu’t
room
of starred
hotel,
starting
a midsummer
afternoon until
dusk,
she invited me to hyperbole
….
a place without motif
…
presented petit 4’s
meant to be 8,
scones w
jams & dream,
and the traditional, time-honored
hero
–sandwiched
in unencumbered linens
on silvered tray
–tiered
in
merry
~go~
round–
requesting guests
RSVP.
wear elaborate
baseball hats
festooned with flowers,
& broach,
but leave them
at the door
–synecdoche
& shoes, too,
since,
as expected—
it was a barefoot affair
at heart.
October 13, 2016 Comments Off on High Way
In Lulu’s halls,
you hear hymn—
Carol, too,
and if you
litany
canticles
after
Hearse song–
you’d see Him, as well,
and good!
God—if I were you,
I’d
say
halo.
October 4, 2016 Comments Off on Between Quiet–spells…
where-wind howled,
and sky cracked wise
titter tattoo
of rain
fell,
flap
-flap
–flap
>ping<
mud
onto glass the
where-death rattled
a
soul
thunderhead
obscuring
– unbolted –
moon
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