Saturday, August 12, 2017


everybody knows, yet ain't no one talking.
talks is cheap, accomplishing very little.
so no one wastes time with talk;
just satisfied blowing it all out their noses;
succeeding beyond wildest imaginations.
have found screaming sometimes helps,
at times such as this. 
don't hold back. let it all go:

thought I was something, but
she showed me I wasn't much of anything.
at least not all the much to make a big fuss over;
nothing to get overly excited over.

yah, it hurt, finding out 
I wasn't much more than 
a poop sandwich on toast.
reality is a bitch, and should be illegal.
once we learn this, we can then
get on with getting it on;
forgetting we ain't much more
than poop on toast. 

we live in our own consequence
of our own making.
also in our own shadows
and death makes all come to terms. 

I've become nonchalant,
for no particular reason known,
other than it felt of darn good
becoming nonchalant.

and side effects are wonderful.
wake up, now, on top of bed
and under with all those dust bunnies.
but dread is dread, and
should not be mistaken for
dust bunnies under the bed. 

contemplate contemplation
on a level only seen in oblivion;
a reckless sort of knowing.

pretentious old souls
sharing nothing of their descent.
their dying words lost
in a dark and ugly shadow wind.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Wednesday, July 19, 2017


had an epiphany;
took it to toilet and flushed it.
next day it was back.
flushed it again and again and again.
damned thing would not flush!

aggravating, to be sure.
one bad ass epiphany, to be sure. 
but that's life;
some epiphanies flush, some don't. 

have solace in the simple fact,
devil has enough problems
and doesn't need any of ours.

actually, this sort of sucks;
was so looking forward,
dropping all my crap on devil's lap.

Monday, July 10, 2017


as far as incognito rendezvous go,
whether east, west, up or down,
then deciding whether dangerous
or just for a public viewing show.

and finally, deciding who to hang or who
to honor in the public show of affection.
and later deciding who to flog.
hopefully won't be me or you as we sing
wee, wee, wee, all the way home.

something lascivious, then?
oh, please, not another gargoyle
lost in lingerie isle in Walmart?

come on, that story gets old, fast!
nothing gives a guy nightmares
faster than gargoyles dressed in
latest fashion of Walmart lingerie

oh, squeeze me, mama;
I'm feeling the need!

there is a truth
a truth so unbearable
it begs for death

a death so reproachable
it begs for life 
a life so apprehinsible 

truth never enters the equation 
and life and death
duel for supremacy 

letting go  of one's inhibitions
seemed a good idea at the time.
but now, so it seems, 
someone may have lied. 

however, that proverbial bird of paradise
long ago fled the nest;
searching for so much more
than paradise ever could procure.

some psycho clown routine;
old, tired and stupid.
but at same time, wonderfully
clever for a routine dead
longer than vaudeville. 

but, hey, guy's gotta do
and screw the consequences.
and don't shoot the messenger.
that's just plain nasty.

Monday, July 3, 2017


what does not resonate,
probably segregates,
but maybe not.

and love can be so very capricious,
but usually not so much so.
unless black and blue bubble over,
becoming a midnight to dawn stew.

but probably not.

and when bitten, bite back.
this is good advice.
one should always be open to good advice.
no need going anywhere else
for some cheap advice.

don't get no better than right here, really.
and you're plum welcome.
always happy to help out
with timely useful good advice.

oh, bite me, sweet thing! bite me!

Tuesday, June 20, 2017


no need reminding one's self
yesterday is yesterday
and yesterday should be left
to ferment in its own juices
for proper taste and aid
in the aging process.

and unexpected complications
such as suddenly dying, for example.
certainly unexpected, not to mention
complicating matters terribly.
throwing one's schedule to the wind,
when one becomes suddenly dead.