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bone china shatters
moonlit vows drown in zombie's groan
orange petals bleed
Lenny the Lush and Stoner Steve,
Headed for a party on the Hill.
With a couple hours before it started,
They stopped at a local Bar and Grill.
Hours later, they were feeling fine;
After several drinks and a pizza pie.
Before they made it to the party,
Lenny was drunk and Steve was high.
Going down an old country road,
Lenny was driving way too fast.
With both men having bloodshot eyes,
They didn't see the Cop they passed.
When the cherries flashed and siren blew,
Lenny decided he wouldn't stop.
So leaning forward and pedal down,
The Lush prepared to outrun the Cop.
Doing Eighty with tail end swerving,
Dust and gravel hung in the air.
Braking too hard at the corner,
The Policeman rammed into the pair.
With broken glass and twisted metal,
Their cars crashed into the ditch.
Running towards them with pistol drawn,
They heard, "Don't you two even twitch!"
With cuts and bruises on their bodies,
Missed the party but could tell the tale.
Lenny the Lush and Stoner Steve,
Today reside in the County Jail.
Demented hall of dream crashers
scented thick with calamity;
Disoriented visitors can’t bolt,
tormented by a lack of serenity;
Swirling thoughts sit overloading
looming darkness calls backup;
Beckoning for you to quit,
forgetting idealists never give up.
Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker
Christians that go to hell
will have one
Hell of a story to tell
In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme
Travelers the street
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence
Minders the prime
Lenders the crime
Numbers the prince
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny
Boppers and hogg
Sloppers with chart
Toppers and good
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party
Poopers and hot
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad
Bastards
Christians that go to hell
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story
to tell
One world in a trillion
Where everything clicked
In a Goldilocks zone
Where a switch had been flicked
Busted
Perfection soon rusted
When late party crashers
Were grab it and smashers
For eons they blended
Their world complemented
Till fresh out of college
With abundant knowledge
Busted
I’ve loved and I have lusted
I’ve taken and I’ve given
Not much to be forgiven
I never drilled for oil
But I used a small amount
So when the man says dust to dust
I hope that doesn’t count
Busted
Some plastic, some gas and inflammable stuff
So, no use in saying it wasn’t me, Guv
When I get my call from above
I’ve had my heating high
And I’ve had my water hot
I’ve left the faucet running
When I only washed a pot
Busted
That’s me done and dusted
I shall meet my creator
Through no incinerator
The mess we make as humans
Means every man’s on trust
For every year that we spend here
The more world we can bust
Busted
I’ll soon be soil encrusted
And I’d rather like to know
That the cost of me... was low
Mystery Seeds
Uninvited to my garden party -
Skepticism abounds
At faces hidden by woody capes
Maybe innocence masked in suspicion
Absent an invitation – party crashers
Of unknown origin
And unknown certification;
Weed or wildflower –
Herb or herbaceous horror –
Maybe alien blooms born on a meteor
No toasts of welcome in dewy nectar
By garden residents -
Only side winding glances
Born of dubious -
Unwelcomed arrivals
With no return address
Arouse qualms growing like rosebush suckers
No RSVP for surprise attendees
Asking admittance
When curiosity stands up waving
Told “Sit down!”
While walking to the trash.
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Mystery Seeds
Uninvited to my garden party -
Skepticism abounds at faces hidden by woody capes
Masked in suspicion
Without an invitation – party crashers
Of unknown origin – not certified
Weed or wildflower – herb or herbaceous horror –
Maybe alien blooms born on a meteor
No toasts of welcome in dewy nectar by garden residents -
Only sideways glances born of dubious -
Unwelcomed guests – qualms growing like rose suckers
No RSVP for surprise attendees asking admittance
When curiosity stands up waving
Told “Sit down!”
While walking to the trash.
If Covid were a person
With persona to dishonor
Where would I begin?
Given a burdizzo, pliers, and crashers
Gadgets in horror fora
Where could I begin?
With an energy drink
Oh, I will not blink
Where should I begin?
So morbid Covid
Will never fire again
Where shall I begin?
New Years Eve
By 10 o’clock on New Years Eve
Nine friends had come to celebrate
Eight together; with hearts on sleeve
But the last introduced was Kate
Seven beers and I’m feeling fine
Six more crashers were at the door
Five so-called friends had crossed the line
But Kate was laughing all the more
Four more minutes until midnight
Three of my friends were singing songs
Two couples leaving in a fight
Another left to smoke a bong
As the clock was striking midnight
Kate approached me with a kiss
She took my hand then held me tight
A new year is starting; in bliss
Happy New Year!
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Sponsor: Brian Strand
1/1/2018
There, parked in rows
like overused commas
or German prose
or mothballed bombers
lay ranks of rats
as if on drill,
but quite as dead
as vaudeville.
Someone had slit
each ventral hide
and pulled it back
to peek inside.
And there they lay,
flat on their backs,
guts on display,
paws pinned by tacks.
Ashamed, they were,
like party-crashers,
with gaping fur,
like little flashers.
Those organs, packed
so coral-fine,
would soon be hacked
by Class B-9.
Unseeing eyes
stared at the ceiling,
but woke in me
a fellow-feeling.
We’re all the same.
We want to live.
Why dish out blame?
Why bring a sieve,
sort sheep from goats,
grandly decide
who lives and dies?
To my distress,
those little guys
with upturned throats
and parted coats
were nothing less
than crucified.
Taxicab driver
Midnight rates apply;
Moonlight serenade
Tipsy bar crashers
Stepping out;
Cigarette break
Alcohol buffet
Free flow of beer;
Sorrows guzzled
Chit-chat combat
Happy hour banter;
Bartering progress
Too much stress
Nobody seems to know;
Things will be better
Complaints collide
Bar time gripes;
Bad bossy boss
Pain in the neck
Grumpy buffalo;
Home on the range
End of day
Work retreats;
Until tomorrow cheers
Profound exchange
Gin and tonic;
Alcoholic beverage
More and more
Of less and less;
Vodka and coke
Watering hole
Midnight Saturday;
Party till the last drop
Drop dead gorgeous
After six smoothies;
Tipsy compliance
Leon Enriquez
08 June 2014
Singapore
It lingers without trace, and for evidence we seek
Long away from eyes prying
Further off the path from crashers feet
To this place of solitude
To this place promised to let one be free
This state that borders euphoria
That questions all we'd once believed
Is it love?
Is it life?
Is it friendship?
Is it to drain exhale complete?
Is it freedom?
Is it quiet?
Is it a place of retreat?
Lingers if sobering into the withdrawl of sleep
That escapes nuances of time and the desires of others needs
And so beyond we cast search
Beyond the flecks of faultering gold we see
In hopes to come full circle
In hopes to find true peace.
L acking the common sense of a maggot
O bviously attention starved as a child
S orry excuse for a human being
E merging from a place where dung was piled
R ejected for a lack of talent
S tuck in a self pity life beguiled
The eye of a storm provides little to quell the stumbling gait of time
Fore shadowing the nimble minded gate crashers with a desire to leave
But flesh eating pores only spur the unending need to cry
Then flys continually drink away any tears
Causing shallow shivering thoughts to spill ripping tempests through the brain
These cold rivers of blood soak up all divine wishs
Splaying forever a dent in the core of being alive
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