hot cayenne peppers
overpowering the tongue
quenched with an ice cube
number 1
Each breath intake, rotates polarity
Rise, pause and fall in continuity
Void of cessation is when we awake
Provided thought flow, we therein forsake
Attaining tranquil calm serenity
Escape oh hermit, our captivity
Bemused no longer by transient beauty
Enter void of silence, rippleless lake
Each breath intake
Let go with ego, past affinity
Staid blissful stillness bestows clarity
Fleeting is this earth life, like a snowflake
Get rid of ego, by a shake-shake-shake
Reclaiming now, innate divinity
Each breath intake
02-July-2021
Amble between animists
Breathe " bygones
Cruise " consequences
Dance " deaths
Exist " experiences
Fly " frivolity
Glide " grief
Honeymoon " hate
Idle " illusions
Joust " judgments
Kneel " kisses
Love " light
Meander " minutes
Navigate " narcism
Ooze " opposites
Prance " proselytes
Quench " quarrles
Run " raindrops
Surf " snowflakes
Think " thoughts
Undress " ultraisms
Vault " vanities
Weave " whispers
Xerox " x & y's
Yawn " yahoos
Zigzag between zygotes
We should only eat six sprouts at Christmas
Deem the council who are in Leicestershire
Its no joke, it’s a serious message at Xmas
To reduce waste and not make it higher
We must cut back on crisp pigs in blankets
And should only have three stuffing balls
Also cut back on spuds and fluffy Yorkshire puds
Gee I’m going to be climbing the walls!
I love to eat sprouts at my Christmas dinner
There will be NO sprout restriction for me
I’m rebelling; you may call me a sinner
There'll be piles of sprouts when I eat tea
Yes I’m going to load up my plate
Those officials can just go to hell
I’ll eat sprout after sprout after spout
And then let out a disgusting smell
The council’s intentions are honourable
Of that there are no doubts
But Leicester County Council
Keep your mitts off my Brussel sprouts!
12/21/17
Where is the gas intake?
By Elton Camp
Hiding the gas intake is a car marker’s delight
They might even manage to put it out of sight
At one time, it was hid behind the license plate
But the companies put it on the side here of late
Although whether the opening is right or left
In many cars of this simple fact you’re bereft
Why can’t the makers give customers a surprise
And its location agree that they’ll standardize?
Very few families own just one car anymore
It has become common to have three or four
Almost every time I pull into the filling station
I find am uncertain of the gas inlet’s location
If next to the pump is the wrong side of the car,
It’s most unlikely the hose will stretch that far
So there’s nothing I can do but sigh and frown
I get into the car and laboriously turn it around
Some cars now have an arrow below the gauge
So as to spare their customers needless rage
As great as the cost of their infernal machine
That feature is one that should always be seen
Anhinga Intake
Snake-like neck, fish slithering through it-
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010
Poetic form: Monuku
You sit in silence.
Not saying a word.
But the voice of your actions can be heard.
Your lips spread pestilence.
I watch you from across the room.
What do I do?
What do I say?
The poison has spread worse than any virus.
Am i delirious?
How can I be taken serious as the poison infiltrates my veins.
It's 4 am and i'm still awake.
I can't rest.
I can't sleep.
Can't you see that like a drug you destroy me from the inside out.
Silence echoes across this entire place as i intake this shattered glass and fail to grasp
anything but hopelessness.
You never had to say a word, your lips so infectious.
I intake this shattered glass, burned memories from past photographs, and I'm still awake
as we let time continue to pass.
How could i expect you to save me when you can't even take care of yourself?
You're on your knees drinking in your regrets.
Silence echoes as we lock eyes for one last serenade from a distance.
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