The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit.
I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away,
One and a half inches yearly
so a little bit every day.
I, for one, want her to stay.
‘Oh meritorious silver sister, you have no dark side,
and I’ve grown used to your capricious light,
Why do you only hover at night?”
I think of her as my own
though she wears no ring
like that showy trollop Saturn
Our moon has a higher engagement pattern.
She’s a spectacle for moon-inspired dances
and a cupid for nocturnal animalistic romances.
Have you noticed that sometimes she’s dark
and sometimes she’s bright?
What turns her on?
What turns her off?
That’s always the question with ladies,
isn’t it?
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Songs for this:
Dancing In The Moonlight (feat. NEIMY) by Jubël
Fly Me to the Moon (feat. Izzie Naylor) Shoby
Moonlight Becomes You by Jeff Haislip
Neon’s radioactive glow in a window,
offers the cheap promise of pleasure.
Like a hypnotic, fluorescent serpent,
It flashes, blinks and winks - “Welcome”
It fairly slithers on rain-slicked boulevards,
it warms like moonlight on cold unfriendly nights,
It signals cool, ready fun in the summertime.
We dress our vices in silky, pastel colors,
gamblers choices of Disney flavored whiskies.
It’s the soft, velvet glove that hides brass knuckles,
oh, you’ll feel those bruises in the morning.
The world’s a dark alleyway with an electric blush,
whose color flatters the lonely, desperate,
and makes sin look like something you could fall for.
Neon is perfume for the optical senses.
In that light, everything seems possible.
Isn’t that girl smiling at you? You see,
beauty is easier to trust than the truth.
Neon imperviously reflects off regrets,
and glitters brightest on broken dreams.
Of course daylight is harsh, but honest.
Didn’t we come in here to escape it?
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Songs for this:
The Ballad of Mac the Knife by Sting & Dominic Muldowney
Any Old Thing by Swing Republic
There once was a fellow named Will,
Whose nose was exceedingly ill.
He sneezed with great force,
And altered his course,
he's orbiting Jupiter still!
There once was a lady named Sue,
Who found a strange thing in her stew.
She said with a grin,
And pulled out a pin,
"A stich in time, it is quite new!".
I knew a mime who was ever silent
One of the many who were licensed
Hit his toe doing his act
Felt so much pain that he quacked
The city took away his mime license
Yes! knew this mime who was ever silent
He boarded a plane that had no toilet
Sat on seat, squirmed very pressed
Passed out gas was quite distressed!
Airline took away his season ticket
Then Bob wanted to be an astronaut
Wanted so bad that NASA he sought
He was a part time mime
Mimed the astronaut climb
To the panel his effort was for naught
“That turkey has to feed twenty people at my parent’s house
and they’re not going to eat it off your head!”
—Quote from tv show Friends
turkey dos: dance ‘round
with dead poultry on your head -
don’t light the oven
cranberry don’ts: take
the time to do yourself -
wiggle out of can
build Devil’s tower
with your mashed potatoes and
they’ll think your crazy
Thanksgiving dos: stuff
yourself a week’s worth of food
then eat pumpkin pie
Her voice had an unusual pitch
That sounded like my neighbor Mitch
She tried talking soft
But still she was off
Then specified her voice was a glitch
My sneakers made me jump high
All the way into the sky
Suddenly, the wind knocked me down
All the way into the ground
That cause the Shi to pass me by
There once lived a huge, black bear named quiet
In the forest, he ate a bland diet
Never one to roar
He was such a bore
‘Til gobbling a troll, rousing a riot
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May 2, 2023
mackerel pudding
mackerel cake
mackerel pie for goodness sakes!
mackerel blinds
mackerel drapes
mackerel ice cream on chocolate cakes.
mackerel poems
mackerel words.
mackerel now sounds rather absurd.
mackerel dogs
mackerel cats.
mackerel quilts made by a skittish old bird.
Miss Elizabeth Taylor
married everyone she met but Norman Mailer
Received many valentines day boxes
for she was sly as reddish foxes.
Princess Di met one nice guy
Having no idea he loved one who was married.
She is now an angel in the sky,
And he is with his soulmate, who looks quite harried.
Do pink chickens lay pink eggs?
We have been watching a TV show about a pink chicken.
A darling animated pink chicken who has told her this.
I look into her earnest brown hopeful 3-year-old eyes.
Certainly! I reply.
She claps her hands.
I want to see them in the morning! She says.
Being a perfect grandma, I stay up an extra hour, dying our eggs pink.
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