Long Tics Poems

Psychologically still thirteen 

Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener 
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place than a juncture in relationship, 
(whereby one or the other of us)...

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It's not so much
our cultural value conditioning
that presents a transitional communication problem
about changes of climate
within our Interior
and without
our Exterior
Landscapes.

It's more about discontinuous,
internally incommensurable,
cultural values
norms enjoined throughout Earth's fully domesticated human race
toward humane evolution's progress,
whether this...

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*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 1

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

He'll heal his heel.
They sow so they sew.
His aide aid with an ade.
You saw a ewe eat a yew.
I ate on the ait eight...

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"The Reptilian Anthropocene"



The Reptilians
war daily 
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges 
pinned to their lapels
they beat their breasts 
and oily palms
profiting from all 
the soft-boiled 
foxes on the run
cerebral cortex bound
thinking they are free-willed
and...

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(21st century pearly white prosthetics,
restored jaw bar wah key) 

Aye noel hunger bristle,
and when false teeth soak at night 
     in tandem with stubby facial gristle
har reckon noah kisses
 
 ...

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I wonder what makes you tick.

That quick shadow of a lopsided smile.
When you slap the wall as you step by.
Are these tics
that make you tick somehow?

I know what ticks you off.
Disrespecting your sacred right to...

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Room full of people, how could I be lonely?
These days it's harder than ever to find a true homie
I'm trying to keep a grip but I'm losing it slowly

Filling our voids with mediums of instant...

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a ma lingering effect from angst riddled adolescence 
written some years ago, the psycho social mental events
indelible imprint etched psyche ova this pa on a win tree day hence
though a survivor of self starvation i...

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Learning to Breathe

Just like any other, it usually, starts with just sitting still 
Except my mind is racing at free will
My fingers tapping two by two, 
My breath gets shorter, “who are you?”
Collect yourself before...

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The world in 100 years ... Oh, perish the thought
 
 
Former President, Ronald Dump,  who was cryogenically frozen following his assassination after winning the ‘No Bull’ Peace Prize in December 2018, has been...

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life is a messy slurry 
Tyson fury
an Olga tumble
an Ali shuffle
a low cal rumble
in nuclear jungles
hammer and sickle
stars and stripes
a polka dot pickle
citizen cocaine in the middle
PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS
living is a tsunami ripple
a wobbly foal
a...

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We were armed at fourteen with BB guns
and reckless abandon.
So started many of our cousinly adventures.

Central Utah has hot, hot summers
and little else going for it.
We took to the sage in shorts and t-shirts
begging the...

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Tick and Leech

Note: This little story (perhaps there are more to follow) has its origins in two spelling mistakes. The first one is 'Leech' for my dear friend Mel's surname. The second one is 'Tick',...

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awaiting interpersonal subsequent situation 
     aye tend to get ants
see when in the midst awaiting 
     said sub routine involving 

     outcome of...

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Another lyric composed
From a fractured mind
A vision blurred
Your picture twined

Your image shrined 
In majestic bows
Like sparkling rivers
Brightening glow

Lightning snows
Like tics of clocks
Another rhyme written
A spirit locked

A hinderance, block
From sanity sweet
My passion for you
A tragedy deep

A...

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Often times, seconds are seemingly so long that you feel stuck in a clock that never tics away. 
The once little tics you would hear have now stopped. Time slows down as you stare into...

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I rise at the center of...
Is it a room? This is a face.
There is motion, too fast, too clamorous.
Cryptic and opaque. Shapes shift
into my field of view.
Recognize! The message spoken
ends in an upward curve.
Interpret! It...

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He throws his black trench coat across the foot stool;
Wet and Cold as he is, he heads straight to the kitchen.
It's dark outside, the neon moon is the only source of light; 
Rain beats down...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.

Ancient is...

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Go on, spoil me rotten
Wrap me in wooly cotton
Enroll me in a class
Where I’m taught the art of grass.
Like your food I always ate
Life is served up on a plate
Now I’m hard to satiate
And you’re...

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He grins, his smile is contagious.
He chortles, you can't help but to join.
Sun makes his hair burn like a halo
His movements are an intricate
     and amusing theatre show to watch
 ...

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First heard the call when three.
Pet store said come and see
and mommy did agree,
every child should have a puppy.

Wanted to get you all the toys,
while blue still ok for boys,
even got us perking and tilting...

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Here I am curled up on the floor.
Im crying so hard I cant take it anymore.
I get up wipe the tears from my eyes.
To find myself writing my last goodbyes.
Only one person comes to thought.
The...

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I look outside my window and stare 
Is it me that feels so unaware?
My head spins lightly moving the pieces 
I move them around make masterpieces 

The world outside glooms so unkind
I want to grieve...

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What I find pointless are some words we speak
Like isotope, calamity and wretch
Wandering through a meadow of steel
I see the cold field outstretch.
And upon the bottom of the left side’s right
The top begins to bend
A...

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