Beetlebum, what you done
Chasing a high on the run
Red spots adorn your skin like stars,
They burn out, arms, toes, and neck
Just from various black tars.
Horse crashes into those below,
There is no carriage, no smooth flow.
Money always runs tight, fear is high
The lungs, liver, and kidneys damaged
No matter, the goal is still to fly
China white, but nothing ceramic
Never inside, is there plastic?
No serotonin, synapses all fried
Stick the needle in, don't whine
Hope you feel the need to hide
Inside her room,
Inside her vase, my flowers stand
straight sheer in sight
lilac, magenta and saffron’s delight
bunched up in a bouquet, neat and tight
For I considered her my flower girl
even in sickness and vain
I anticipate from the 25th until the 15th or yell-
inside? outside?
higher,
No.
lower,
as they draw the Ace
away my eyes water and
suddenly flower and flour are the same thing
but why do I wilt whilst you expire, Teddy
Voila! kidneys are found in the back,
your hand rests at the bottom.
scribbles inside of the brain and a stabbing in the chest is forgotten
Instead I roll up my tongue.
Thank you, heart, for all your beating.
Thank you, lungs, for breath.
That you, kidneys, for excreting,
Overriding death.
Thank you, bones, for your supporting.
Thank you, eyes, for sight.
Thank you, legs, because cavorting
Still could bring delight.
Thank you, teeth, for all your chewing.
Thank you, ears, for sound.
Thank you, brain, for all you’re doing,
Keeping me around.
We can’t know when life is ending,
But I’m grateful to
My body, with its staunch defending,
Helping me get through.
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444444 equals 24 trotters
6 heads
4 livers
4 hearts
6 kidneys
2 hams
Various scraps
5 hour boil time
Onions
Carrots
Greenpeppers
Garlic
Thyme
Basil
Bayleaves
2 cups of port
Rubbed sage
Salt
Pepper
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Brunch Day
Sunday morning scrapple/ bacon and mushrooms
Scrambled eggs and cheese
Toast/butter and honey
Hash browns
Jam/jelly
Coffee
Beet, carrot,orange/vodka
Strawberry tart
Butternut squash tart/pecans
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Darling I may never have told you
Ain't nothing right without you
You're the star of the show
My leading lady
Keeping you happy ain't no chore
I love you
I guess I wanted you to know
Sometimes I get a little busy
we spend so much time apart
here a little something to make you smile
It comes straight from my heart
Said I love you
Ain't got no problems saying it again
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Cured salmon rolled in sliced ham with sour cream eggyolk and dill....
It was in the morning
When I heard him snoring
Like loud like a lion
He who falls from my eyes
Every sense feeling nonsense
Early lights in goosebumps
Served myself a red riddle
Leaving me tortured and energetic
Shooting my lungs to no air
My kidneys helped me breathe
Each cough counting complaints
In a peaceful war against the snore
It was at the noon
When I took the spoon
As slowly as a chameleon
I heard with my idle itchy iris
The solo sweetness of sugar
The extent the morning envied
The signalled shock swiftly slowed
At this cold clock I realised
You'll possibly progress into pains
In cheerful charming your chains
I needed bread! I had bread!
Was then full a hundred
It was in the evening
When he saw me shoutly quiet
In twilight trails similar to noon
All that split my peas into pies
I had no more morning mourns
More morning laughs had me
Khaled was a bodybuilding champ in Iran
A photo shows a smiling and very strong man
Then in Evin Prison, at the mercy of nasty folk
His spine fractured, kidneys failed, heart was harmed, leg was broke.
Evin is a bad place, 113 degrees and no A.C.
I'm sure you can think of better places to be
One woman tells us solitary had no toilet or bed
4 months there then 400 days before she learned if she'd be dead.
Israel destroyed the Evin Prison gate
Then Trump called for cease fire, peace could not wait
I guess he didn't want to be dragged into a "forever war"
But for Evin's prisoners, Iran will close that door.
From the "dungeons of oppression" Khaled sent out a cry
He said "freedom of speech and human rights here are a big lie
But most Westerners know that. It's just "what can we do?"
Until they come for us for their big plans include us too.
I taste the beating of your heart
As truth drizzles onto my soul
Daring me to challenge this equation
That turns two pieces into one whole
I embrace a broken mirror
As I am claimed by torment beyond measure
Calling me to face the rigors of this legacy
But instead I run toward pathways of twisted pleasures
I am adrift on a raft of exasperation
As my kidneys' secrets are revealed
Moving me along with sweet defiance
Yet I can't deny this stinging that I feel
I step on a muted diamond
Then blood trickles from my feet
Washing the shackles from my being
Releasing me from this lie of ambiguity
Whisper is jealous of Josh's black leather boots and Katie's fur lined boots, so they have a threesome to make up for it. They frolic in the moonlight, playing the oboe, xylophone, and vacuum, drooling and spanking each other. Then, the platypus, jackal, and whale join in, hammering out a rhythm on the pajamas, racing the tortoise, and jumping the rabbit's tail. Suddenly, the clocks, magazines, and movies come alive, streaming dirty gray hounds, tungsten spigots, mothers' spleens, kidneys, and tonsils, and cannabis shouting at the moon. The saxophones vomit sand and the pianos strike Jacks, while clouds batter receipts and panty liners. Finally, the cantaloupe refrigerator seals the deal, and the night is filled with laughter.
Looking Forward to
I look forward to
wringing my
endocrine glands covering the
top exterior of
the kidneys; loving deeply, intensely, first respecting and
approving the
toilet brush; the
new second Tuesday of
the week.
Melt into me
Give in and give up
Let your skin drape over my shoulders
Shed the light on your insides
feel deeper
Hear farther
Black hair growing
Get out of your head
A baby-faced killer
Sold his kidneys for bread
Hunger is a loud beast
Unforgiving and sweet
Rest your heart on my chest
Accepting is death
You are no longer a shadow
You are arriving
Goodbye is illogical
Leave them wondering
Misunderstood even in dreams
You’ve arrived
Is there any pleasure
In a slow, painful, untimely death?
Trading your happy ending
For the dread of this earth.
They say alcohol lessens
Our burdens of this world.
We smoke to blur our worries
Drink to forget yesterday.
Is there pleasure
In a slow, painful, untimely death?
Restraining your lungs for breath
Smoke, and we ready the wreath.
Alcohol and smoke are friends of the dead
They first get into your head.
Then kill your lungs, kidneys, and liver
And once trapped, no means to deliver.
Written: June 08, 2024
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I am recognizing this horrible condition
It is to assess the effect it will generate
Every shard and unit of the human body.
Also, accepting the truth is crucial
Balanced fitness and diet are options
Accept each piece of advice seriously
Still, symptoms of pancreatitis may breed
So you still feel frightened
There are several potential hazards.
Explore how diabetes destroys cells
It may require years to learn
How much actual harm occurred?
It is too late to reverse the harm.
Consider it a ticking time shell
It may burst within without escape
The greatest hazard it poses
It may burst within without escape
You may lose your vision or kidneys
A stroke, renal failure, and others are risks.
The litany of doubts that live in the heart
Fear apropos health risks is ubiquitous
It won't pull away from you as a specter
As long as this sickness is incurable.
Give This Guy a Chance
Throw in
Rowen
The Hypochondriac
Dyin’
Eyan
So Generous is He
Giver
River
The Sneaky One
Wily
Riley
The Parachutist
Glider
Ryder
Legal in Half the States
Ruby’s
Doobies
Cute as a Lass
Bonny
Ronny
So Sweet
Randy’s
candies
Always at the Beach
Randall’s
Sandals
Swam to Florida
Cuban
Rueben
Too Stocky for His Race Horse
Jockey
Rocky
Give him a Hanky, Please
Clammy
Sammy
Prefers Prosecution
Lawyer
Sawyer
Guy with Allergies
Itchy
Richie
Time to Land
Fly low,
Shiloh
Always on Dialysis
Sydney’s
Kidneys
A Simple Rapping Pieman
Rhymin’
Simon
Ballerino
Twirling
Sterling
Why He Was Put in Time Out
Sinbad
be bad
The Guy Whose Buttons Pop off
Glutton
Sutton
I feel myself becoming scraggly in this place.
As if I’m old, but I don’t remember being old.
I feel my face and it’s smooth this time.
They lead me to bed.
They give me bland soup that I dribble everywhere.
I take my bites and they don’t care.
They want to take my organs.
They want my kidneys, and brain, and skin because I’m special.
I fall asleep anyway.
Then it’s breakfast.
And my heart is gone.
I drink and drink
One may call it a bender
I drink and drink
Yet never forfeit
I drink and drink
But only when there's a true call for it
Oh what oh what would be a true call they cry
Why, not a truer call than death do I reply.
I drink and drink
Yet they do not revive
I drink and drink
Yet my kidneys do thrive
Oh how I drink
Only when death comes
Do I truly oblige.
Oh how I will drink and drink
And drink again
When nothing left flows
Will I subside
To a simple suicide.
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