Some stuff turns brain chemistry into a bowl of leeches.
Sawdust that you eat with a platter of fake mints.
When you have mixed up neural slices?
They get disposed.
Neurons.
Doing jumping jacks in unison.
Brains are like billboards.
They eat your eyes.
And get torn down like mush.
My brain chemistry is mine.
Witches brew mindset.
The neurons?
Never made it back.
They got squeezed too many times.
piety
you rarely see
coming from me
I’m naturally
narcissistically
disposed
my ego needs
a change
of clothes
“It surely takes a grievous toll
Near the end of snow-white roll” (by author)
My lifespan by default, bawdily brief,
Sadly signifies excremental grief.
From pristine white to shady hues of brown,
Crumpled or creased, crudely disposed aground.
Paradox: I’m the most needed token -
Yet most disrespected, tissue-broken.
It could be smelly feet but no, alas!
It has to be the dark side of an ass.
I don’t intend to make you humans blush,
But you waste me on your waste in a flush.
Thus my life on a roll, floating in vain,
Down the drain, down the drain, down the drain!
August 14, 2026
He waved his Union Flag,
Sang God Save The King,
And when he passed away
Didn’t leave a thing.
Very quickly disposed of
By the state machine
In an unmarked grave
As though he’d never been.
The King sat in his palace
Unaware of the loss
And if he’d been told
Wouldn’t have given a toss.
Not the type of person
For his passing to matter,6
Not one of those wealthy
Who materially waxed fatter.
Just one of the lower order
Whose presence was a bore
Except as cannon fodder
In a nation’s time of war.
Manipulators still manipulate
And believers still believe,
The lonely and bereaved
Somehow find time to grieve.
His peers still waved the flag,
Sang God Save The King,
And i don’t believe
They’ll ever learn a thing.
Pontificating
words
of insignificance
and drought
Writing about
those things
no one
ever cares about
Eulogizing
abandoned
corners
where the lettered never go
A prisoner
of redundance
in a wasteland
— ill disposed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
COLOUR PERCEPTIONS
entirely
sympathetically
disposed
&
procuring
propensity
always
in harmony
possibly
surpassing
wonderful
..aesthetic
considerations
often
spoken
&
following
preferences
colourings
of
sea-green
yellowed-red
Grounds for sound. optimism, I revere,
cast your silken innate spell my dear,
boundless acts of kindness so sincere,
watch for gentle soul who may appear,
with courage, charm that neighbour near,
raise your voice eschew or shun that jeer,
heartfelt gesture never has a false veneer,
spinner of dawn bird chirp word a career,
they stress pure goodness without fear,
one prompt with praise, loathe to sneer,
from january first to close of calender year,
on another slant or somewhat bright frontier,
haunting scenic fare layer on layer, tier on tier,
divine vision when observing life on a pier,
omens shine everywhere just gaze and peer,
the poet, writer, playwright in their sphere,
duty bound as spry warm tidings pamphleteer,
blissful world not difficult at all to engineer,
me, torch bearer, spirited, jovial, zestful top gear,
my monorhymes might buttress a well-disposed ear.
To bludgeon the curmudgeon trudging on among the blind
Or hide the Easter egg upon the stage playing your mind
When word's the play some like to stay indif'frent in the lobby
Among the corn and candy and the geegaws of their hobby
But some afoot are bigger game and so avoid the trap
Set for the blind and lame contented in their nap
A wakeful state of grace in place, entitled and enlightened
To independent thought, unbought, unsullied, and unfrightened
By those who would pretend that good is what they are about
Fooling only those disposed to follow those who shout
he meditated and prayed for harmony and peace
for justice and fairness to take their course
and quite naturally he still thought he knew for himself
what those concepts would mean and should yield
he had no choice in the matter however
so he let go surrendered and handed everything over
to his Higher Power who had brought them so far
had delivered exquisite happiness and ultimate joy
but also an unpalatable separation from his lover and wife
at the end of the dialogue he asked what God wanted him to do now
and the answer came promptly ‘continue on praying’
he saw intense lights and experienced some moderate fireworks
half pictures and faint images came to his mind
Munch’s Scream turned into Gaugin’s exotic beauties
as he began to sit in an armchair and read
the only comfy one that he owns is the one his soul mate had given him
which in his mind he had already disposed at charity for good
maybe he will keep it now as a gesture of the harmony he is seeking
Richard the Third
was cruelly absurd.
He merely on whim,
disposed of who opposed him.
Cardinal Bourchier,
as matter of procedure,
did Richard’s bids
and hid the kids.
Henry Tudor,
Richard’s extruder,
challenged the Ring
and then became King.
The End.
Why not come out of your shell,
breaking that hermit spell,
where the wallflower sits alone
without any backbone?
Contest the contests
without any further protests.
Find yourself at the end of the pier,
on the sunny side of despair,
casting a line into the belly of the beast,
letting that pent-up jelly on being released.
Your backbone will thank you.
There might even be a bounce in your shoes.
So why not untie the knot?
Because when I connect the dots, I win squat.
Everyone else wins a rose,
I get ... "la de da la de da"...the hose.
I’m tired of being disposed,
so this case (head?) should be closed.
This entry ... "la de da la de da"... was a dash,
But now it has hit the trash.
connie pachecho
12/16/25
The Selfish Egos of War Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish
It's a normal day in LA's Westside.
Shots fired. Another homicide.
Police, EMTs, and coroners predisposed
to the front lines of the disposed.
A shower of bullets, another blood bath,
yellow-taped, chalked outlines mar the public's path.
It's a war out there, the games are in overtime,
and sudden death is just a passing crime.
Drug Lords crawling out from the gutter
in search of their bread and butter,
driving a low-riding Mercedes,
carrying 14-year-olds dressed up as ladies,
peddling their crack,
and shooting turf invaders in their back.
Homies' power trip lights the dark side of the city,
without any regard for life or showing any pity.
The crib's manifestation, filled with a rat's infestation,
where egos fly to the nests of damnation.
Bewares Home
Single fleet
How we can merge on a Continental Drift is up to me
She's comes apart
This is the only way backs in
Turbulence bests us otherwise
That
Pitch chase and drags in swirl pre disposed moments?
I'ma feeling of pause
Ifns a bluff
Scene one of myriad finance?
Eclipse glare meniscus orders down
I only got an in an out focus for table of me in line for hours of next meals getting chewed
Every acrobat on mind has winged in wars.
Old or sceptical
Generals an Admiral
My ability is return the crap that sent that
Illusive wonder they stay on land with tech
Bugs Bunny
was New York smartass funny:
he showed no fondness for parrots,
but was well-disposed towards carrots.
Dog throw up is easily disposed of
If you have another dog
Buddy threw up a minute ago
Beau could hardly wait to clean it up
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