Aisle putt ta ma head but tween these skinny legs and kiss thine braying ass good-bye asper ma person, thine gluteus maximus a boot the size of a hand held palm pilot cell phone, hence nada worth ache cry though ah share a preference not hood die yet if push (shin the atomic bombardier button) combs tush hove Eli zha would be nowhere in sight, thence salvation might be sought from a common (sad dulled) horse fly to bring deliverance (due ling ban joe plucked solo) to this guy who reckons, there will no time to converse ‘cept as mentioned earlier me high knee will be the sole recipient I
will spout hot air and confuse the burst of flatulence from ma bare swaying bell bottom as an echo – loud and clear that used to be mode of en dear mint ‘tween muss elf and spouse – wherever she may be ‘ere a presumption, she met her demise amidst radiation with fear and loathing uncertain who to vent her angry glare understandable to pay price for the folly of heir don trump – perchance he too got vaporized as faux icier flakes flittering among the global debacle – where jeer
ring grim reaper will be feted as like at a fancyfeast with choicest bit of human remains of the doomsday, and immune to perilous nuclear fit loosed upon the terra firmae, where most every metropolitan center ground zero but with heavy-duty weapons of mass destruction, one need not make a direct hit cuz the deadly fallout will make the entire globe tuff Hester and become liquefied bubbling as one large snake pit thus no more poetry competitions – DAMN – yet writing aye will not quit but scratch out whatever thoughts seem worthwhile hoe ping will discover bunched inside a iron made in USA trivet and held tightly sealed via many makeshift rivet.
çhåråc†e® ske†çh øƒ må††hew sçø†† hå®®is! ™Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate Glowering inxs of deep purple from blue mood being irate Thrust out the womb of Harriet Harris whom Boyce did date After courting this youngest Kuritsky kin whose ill-fate Whisked by grim reaper, which demise she did hate For her being imbued with vim and vinegar til illness ate Away her je nais sais quois personable maternal trait Evident during my boyhood reflected by her son of late As he too inches closer to his mortality and Hades gate Aware that each day ought to be cherished as the rate Of time courses down zip line where grim reaper does wait Attired in brand name hoodie swinging scythe across oblate Spheroid i.e. terrestrial firmament – though years some great Yet to be lived – trying to re cap cha childhood bliss b4 freight Train on a collision course toward self-destruction ala tete a tete With Anorexia Nervosa as thy then coveted deadly mate A brutal hellish spiral down in2 abysmal depths of despair did create Indelible psychological affects undermined existence I now equate writ horrendous emotional, physical n social gouge within pate Pledged troth ('bout 2+ decades ago), which spouse oft times berate For lack of expressed concern and attests schizoid psychic slate irrevocably seared and stunted natural development where I rate prepubescent, early adulthood mental illness did grate Against once boisterously playful innocent boy crushed potentate Only male heir from me deceased mother who tried to extirpate Mailer daemons who forged suicide pact and via voice did dictate Albeit without success, yet decry forsaken innate Experiences with female relationships off viz poisoned bait!
Reached, not yet pubescence: a cloud says, moon was crazy, treading on a forbidden lake of frozen tears. Breaking fast unto death for releasing the doves in sky of hymns. The gametes were weary. Procreation will wait. Let the dark
I stand with a humble heart searching Seeking the name and the power There is in the glory of Jesus My Savior, my Father adoring Everything that is from you, Lord Jesus I believe and I trust you my Savior
Brambly winds has shaken the buds of your may And may be your coral is much more red And in the blue Mediterranean where she has lay The dreams of a crystalline streams by her bed Past her garden where