Cacophony of liquored lips
would underscore the room
That cafe bar that I recall
an adolescent’s doom
Yet not of age to then partake
of alcohol’s delight
For pizza, I remember well
indulgence of the night
My friend and I would wait inside
for carry-out to go
We’d sneak a look at follied fun
at things we’d come to know
And while we sat as patient boys
piano banged the eve
A white haired gal of eighty three
would play until we’d leave
She’d ragtime with a mighty blow
her keyboard full of cheer
We’d see her timely reach around
to grab her stein of beer
Then off with pizza undertow
Leone’s special taste
To watch the TV “Monster Fest”
with not a bite to waste
Categories:
follied, childhood, drink, food, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Let us not singular sinfiltrate our
over dosed mind measures
of all our predisposed socio-patterened
downfalls we have domesti-inherited
from our DNA dumb nulls un an
appreciated elders of **** ascent
beings of a post/past anointed anomalied
bereavements pushing presumptive
present tense postured atrocities
future follied fornitude frenzies to
cry contain those all ever after brazen
generations to live sideways in tune
to ever realize a coaxial junction
a dead conscience to staid to survive,
to sly to reveal and to nominal to be normal
to contain/re-contain those all ever after
gonad generations. Maybe a sideways pill pattern to
open me up before xmas, a corpse closed purpose
concentric of nerve present equal-eulogized
venture void with empty filled shakers of self.
Categories:
follied, freedom, smart, visionary,
Form: Free verse
And yet again my siren calls.
It calls and calls me further.
Further, farther it calls me nearer.
Further until the front door I hinder
to take a step in my nightly wander.
A wonder of my somber slumber.
And yet again my siren calls
an enticement for my fatal fall
into that which my siren calls.
At the door I am a footfall more.
A step on to my dream-side shore
then again more my siren soars.
My siren, she only implores
oh too deep in my follied core
to step one more on this dream-side shore.
And yet again my siren calls
a step forthwith on shore to fall
My wearied feet my siren calls
A lover neither nor my siren calls
me either or my heart so withered.
A blizzard's cord my siren sender
take from me thy heart you vendered
leave me with my wounds own rendered.
My siren calls a thought I ponder.
My siren calls so still I wander.
Categories:
follied, conflict, confusion, dark, deep,
Form: Verse
faint hues arose from a distance
as i follied beyond the grave gestures
of a calming mirage
faintly showers began
to sprinkle over the seasonal earth
thee past time frawned above it all
shattering sound near a mustered seed patch
coarse branches crawled over soiled nest
tampering with the birds homeland
twigs fell to the ground draw string hung
cracked eggs settled underneath the oak
just in time for a foxes lunch
Categories:
follied, adventure, time,
Form: Dramatic Verse