The Weeds of Avalon

life is a messy slurry 
Tyson fury
an Olga tumble
an Ali shuffle
a low Cal rumble
in nuclear jungles
hammer and sickle
stars and stripes
a polka dot pickle
cocaine in the middle
PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS
a tsunami ripple
a wobbly foal
grizzly claw
napalm fronds
fishponds made by bombs
divorce court
building doomsday bunker
your first kiss
soccer moms
dodging pervs in the park
a cachexic dream
crack house society
butterflies sipping cream
OWLS FURRY DREAMING
grand slamming the babe
sand made into glass
back stabbers
section 8 scammer
just for kicks conceive
watch the tadpoles grow into nervous tics
where the hell is thAT bubble headed babysitter
It's 66 minutes past 6
life is jaws that kill
jaws that lick
kids wilding
the earth is far beyond sick 
life is smartphone indifference
boomers and millennials navigating the river Styx
with floaties and a soggy boat made of paper prayers
life is a forgotten god
gaming in his lair
searching for us
in the muck 
finding attic junk
a crucifix
a triple six
circles and cycles
tricycles and unicycles
flat wheels 
banana peel religion
slipping
into
wiccan ditches
warlocks-angels with PhDs
living on the street 
with lepers kissing pristine witches
life is one big blurry lake
sipping opaque
rolling of the dice
felt tables aflame
it's all a game
cardboard homes
the man tossing bones
convicts in nursing homes
brevity versus eternity
caskets and bassinets
golden years sacrificed to red hat enraged 
under waged ogres...with no impulse control
what will be etched into my stone
"He was a self-centered prick of a father
couldn't be bothered with the kids
wielded a big cold ugly stick
long on criticism, short on compliments
but slick with the iPhone
knuckle-walking drone
E=MC I got Hammered

...all lives are too soon forgotten
even by the weeds circling pauper crosses
and the granite monuments of Avalon.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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May 25, 2020 at 8:13 AM
Enjoyed this trip. Half way through George Carlin became my narrator. I had named a koi after said Olga ;), xomo
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May 25, 2020 at 7:36 AM
a life forgotten even by the weeds of Avalon .. a tale of great disappointment... I like how you described the predicament
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