The words.
They fell out on paper.
They were in my head.
Not sure what they said.
I stare...
at them in ink.
Then think.
Indigo seeping
into paper fibers.
It was me...
who wrote them down.
But were they mine?
Did I bollix them up?
Did they land standing up?
In the proper order?
And now.
This is how.
It ends up.
Categories:
bollix, introspection, poetry, uplifting, word
Form: Free verse
NEW YEAR
a clear slate with chalk
don’t bollix up the board
with mathematical equations
let it snow from erasers
applauding forgiveness
let your words wander
from coast to coast
covering the pristine green
let arm circles soak up
all the carbonized words
and begin again
with resolution
12/22/2017
Categories:
bollix, new year,
Form: Free verse
Laminate
Plastic covered up definitions lip with profound mastic.
Layered lamella formed single filed lines separating life from death;
Held onto by paper thin adhesions.
Besides bungling up a perfectly fine bollix,
Laminate single handedly took arms up touching innocency.
Scrolls of past things are looked less upon;
By inclinations vestal eye, seen glimpsing beyond chaste.
Blind alley virtual figment reality innocuously engulfed—
Suppressed complimentary service accepts multiplied donators;
Final offers pickled debacle is utter intrinsic debasement.
One lamination, under God, with liberty and justice; For all…
| Laminate | IrOniC ZiNc 12-13-15 12:59am (ct)
Categories:
bollix, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
To the North, South, East, and West...
Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,
The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...
Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,
Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,
Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,
Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress...
Squall patois and whammy sham schemas wriggle hoaxes,
Charlatans and hoodlums melange to dunce vows,
A shyster unquiet quivers with jester gestures now...
Semi-sacrilege vitiate and endemic jargon raze imps,
This collides as a white energy as dolt hooligan knaves beget...
Colloquial bilge putrefy, the rascals soon flatter us,
Bollix of potpourri lingo wanes to tutelary tongues,
Harlequin coercion argot musical novellas in history,
Pray our shifting shrapnel of karma, varnish boor minds,
Erstwhile, live grenades made of better lives are unvanquished as they are
thrown by unsung heroes into the North, South, East, and West,...amen...
Categories:
bollix, adventure, anniversary, education, children,
Form: Imagism