... worked for me!

...worked for me!


A vertical nose
Averts tickles, no
Sense will come of this
A finger penciling wrists

On the palettes
Of the pal it's
A loon, a tick
A lunatic
Madly yanking purple
Cackling more per pull
Goading all the silvers 
With windowless sill verse

Gleaming orange gels
Shaping men or angels
One can never tell

Easels ease I'll
Seal them eyes
Delirium 
Oh, um, am I
Hooked on fawns?

Ick!  

The Mouth

The Mouth


Miners forage for aged
Carbon detritus
The granite grants its haunting
Caverns unopposed,

"You're claiming this your mine
But all that glitters here is mine

A minute is mlnute
You miners are but minors
Taunting ancient depths
Suffice to say you'll exit
Staying mingles death"

With pick and torch
They pick a way
Abyssal beckoning
Elusive  specters
Hiding in the hollows
Just beyond acuity

The sinister stalactites
Grinning broken maws
A hanging dripping awe
A literal suspense

The miners moving on
Intensely wary
Nary a canary
Held to test the draft
That inundates the shaft

A tepid gazing
Seeks the apogee
Alarmingly
A surface writhing
Keening shifting forms
Keenly seeping murk

Disquietude  distilled
They plunder deeper still

The dank and dark beguile
There are no stars to pass
The night eternal waits
But then!  A diamond flash
Enticed euphoric states

The miners clutch what they had sought
A smattering of gems
But the miners part with naught
The mine has swallowed them

Smoldered

Smoldered


Digits  dig its         really               my
                     swirling       not          problem
   swimming   light        elemental    is
               stagnant      air              the  clock
  a  wa  ng  motion            movement of 
         vi               matching the      
                                      pendulous
   perilous      peril        ponderous
                ing      us            long    
 resist  sift        scarring            evity
           resilience
      deem                ember           emblem
 red           blackened       to hold             attic  
          fashioned          hot       erratic     p
brazen            malignance                       l
       blaze  conveyance      indulgent          u
re                              aversion                       m
   current         residual      ow                             e
            flow                 yell                                       s  
                a                               you
                    way              orange    glad
      solved          burned it all                    away
             in                               to         from
slovenly   solvency         frolic         here
                             in the          rubble

The Grape Escapes

The Grape Escapes

In the fridge:

Lemons are subLime
The Lime has spread a line
Unfounded gristly rumors
Hungrily denied
Ensuing is the speech
Proclaimed by soured Peach:

"Assaulting saltings!
Gluttonous reductions!
Blatant herbicide
Apples cored and pied!"

The corn has ears to hear
And chooses not to listen to
Acerbic citric fears

The opened door
A jarring light
Potato joins the bunch
The closing door expunging sight
The Man enjoying lunch

"Potato!" Lime insists
"Address the dressings 
That they might enlist"

Potato says its eyes have seen
Curdling bitter happenings
An orange served with pork
Consumed! 
Unarguably forked

The Lime would stir rebellion
Tries to juice them up,
"We'll butter up the eggs
Or maybe egg them on
In hopes to hatch a plan
'Cause we are in a pickle
And really in a jam
We'll have to milk ourselves
Complete to beat the Man"

Swiss is really cheesed
Submits a bid to stay
But it's comprised of holes
And something in the whey

Tomato spoiled rotten
Doesn't deign to help,
"'Tis best to be forgotten
On the highest shelf"

The Grape reveals experience
In pressing enterprises
Drafts a map with many seeds
And fruitfulness surprises

...

The opened door
Insipid light
Emboldened food
Eluding plight
Unfolding is the mission
The plot has neared fruition

Mustard musters forth
The ketchup can't catch up
Begrudgingly gives up
As the Cat's sup

The Noodle squirms
For Jalapeno tripped
And peppered him with glass
Preventing Noodle's brittle state
From roiling very fast

A rash Banana
Creams the Corn
And quickly peels away
The Syrup vetoes aid
Allotting aggravation
Syrup suffers similarly
Sticky situations

After losing Chip
The Avocado sits
Repeating to herself,
"This really is the pits"

Celery is speared
By Peanut's shish kebabs
Unfortunate encounter, but
He always seemed a little nut

The Cat assails the turning Meat,
"I have no beef with you!"
Flurried fury, furry feet
Fractious feline sets to stew

So much was at steak
Of all the food that ventured out
Just the Grape escaped

Let Them Eat Salad

Let Them Eat Salad

Chicken sabotage
Is seizing BK's beacon,
"Hungry nation,
Bacon beckons
Chicken sickens
Let the birds beak on"

The swine, offended
Start a publication,
"Pork contains saturated
Fats and trichinosis
Which contain psychosis
Try the beef instead"

The cows may shudder
Though not utter
-ly defeated,
Still have udders
"Stop the murder
Of the herd or
We will halt lactation
Try the salad though
The salad lacks contagion"

Vegetation
Never really bleeds
"Sometimes salmonella-"
But the hunger must be fed
No one really heeds
Advice from cabbage heads

Inkwell

Inkwell

I dip the quill in the winkhell
Inspired by chariots afire
Sung by burden a-cage

The baby has it’s blank-key
The wolf has ador
-ation for the howling wind
That always seems to scream,
“Nevermore!”
As if I’d not heard that before

The flag’s proud palette
Dead white and tru
-ly I’d surrender
Everything and mer
-maids offer shoes for such a feat
To dream of being chased
But cannot run awake

Scribe Mosquito

Scribe Mosquito

We'd weed someplace new
I'll buy a bayou by you
Unearth something old

Amber prison found
Encaging Scribe Mosquito
Quite long in the pen

Freed to cradling air
Does not cheer upon release
Simply starts to write:

"Ink subjects the subjects
Of the kingdom
Where the page enjoys
The highest title
To my recollections

(          stand that you
 Under                stand over   

That which once I stood beside

            up
Ended  
Underground
Upside
   -down!
But oh! 
The things I've known)

I saw jurassic park
Against triassic's vehicle
Sometimes diner-sores
Engorged to point of sick
A reptile dysfunction
Leading them extinct

After that
The egg the first to finish second
As the chicken ran on legs

Being higher, I was hired
Described as scribe with signed designs
Many quatrains did I pen
(They used to pay per paper)
What's that fourth line again?

Adopting adaptations!
Witnessed you in your progression
Flame to axe to conversation
Science fact and hello-copters

The things that you will know!
The times of which I'll write!
But!
My quill is running low
I implore a tiny bite -"

*SLAP* ends the memoirs
"I think that Scribe Mosquito
Must have been quite daft
To think to use our blood
To pen his final draft"

Revert to the knees
Relapse back to pulling weeds
The sun sets amber