Sometimes, the pernicious
is just desserts like alveoli
losing pink to a ciggy devil
Love - an enterprise astral
yields to blemish: mockery
Garish sentry sneers, reflecting
on a visage muting its boo-hoo
on a traverse still willed in woo
Silly teeter-totters with serious
editing tears that dampen a life…
(10/31/2020: Gibson HB, DMS)
I’d love to sit on a big leather chair,
And smoke a fat Cuban cigar.
And own a Monet,
And a little chalet,
And drive a red hot Jaguar.
But, alas, here I sit on an old wooden bench,
Sucking a ciggy filled with tar.
And my art's on a doormat,
In a cheap council flat,
And I drive an old rusted car.
The moon and I
are alone on this night
in the dim yellow light
the mist mixes
strudels like
dead insects
bits of rotting bait
ciggy butts
fish guts
Bottle tops swim
glisten as they swirl
in the pounding waves
across my sunken trawler
The moon and I
are still alone
at first light
no land
no rescue boat
in sight.
KIWI NAPHAM
THE KIWI FARMER GAGGED A BIT ,
THE METHANE SHOWER IGNITED IT,
THE CIGGY BUTT IT FLASHED FOR SURE,
ENGULFING HIM IN A TINY ROAR,
HOLY SUFFERING KIWI TWIT!
NAPHAM METHANE COWSHIT SWORE,
MELTED INHIBITION'S OTHER DOOR,
SPRUNG FROM HIS OVERALLS, DEPLORED,
THE TASTE OF FRESH COW-DUNG,
FRAGRANT COW IN BULLING TUNE,
MOUnTED HIM THE SMOKING LOON,
FACE DOWN IN THE MUD RIGHT SOON,
HE SWORE BUT BIT HIS TONGUE.
Don Johnson
kIWIS ARE NEW ZEALANDERS
jewelry and make up
give us glamor
cigaretts and smoke
drink and laughter
how distinguished we look
with ciggy in claws
blowing smoke into faces
waiting for applause
just for effect
you pucker and blow
and the other half of the smoke
comes out your nose
who care where it goes
in the air or in your clothes
what you smell like
you may never know
dressed to the nines
and doing just fine
running out of cigarettes
the last thing on your mind
(This is where you come in)
4 Senryu
Child chews on duvet
Ciggy smoke from living room
Hysterical voices.
Bedroom partitions
Eight layers of wallpapers
History smells bad.
Yule remembered
Christmas tree flung into snow
Police sirens laugh.
After festivities
We sell empty booze bottles
Go see a movie.
I bet he's up there, his nag astride,
Ferret in sack, terrier by side.
I bet he's up there charming a lass,
Ciggy in gob and mild in glass.
I bet he's up there seeing united win,
Hollering and swearing " get it in".
I bet he's up there happy at last,
No pain no shame no regrets of the past.
I bet he's up there smirking at us,
Ye silly buggers whats all this fuss.
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