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Apocalypse Beans
Sometimes it seems
your chest is about to cave in.
You try to catch a breath but
your heart flutters like a dry leaf;
Just more suburban undulations;
Dressed down for a slow blues song.
Apocalypse Beans sizzle on the fire.
Life has such trying interludes,
when it seems you can’t go further.
You are so tired and scared,
you can hardly urinate at dawn.
Your mind begins to see
air movies of the dead ascending;
Crawling out of cracked tombs
dressed sedately for the soirée.
A million funerals go by with
skeleton girls sucking on pixy stix.
Madness angels in garters pass over
sleeping streets searching for blood trees.
Stallion-dressed men-dogs chase down
old octogenarians for bones and wisdom teeth.
Fear worms from hell come slinking,
Oozing out of a million eye sockets,
Sucking blood and brains sifting
through transparent wires attached
to rubber-hosed machines in musty rooms.
A million funerals moan inside the old graveyard
adjacent the First Methodist confines.
Gum-chewing embalmers gather
to sing a torch song to the driveling and the dying.
Sometimes it seems
I can hear the female choirs singing,
their high-pitched Latin refrains again.
They stand erect in the choir loft fingering missals.
The young girls up there,
wear choir togs and slithering plaid beanies.
They read the notes and eye the glowing boys below.
Jesus and the stained glass ghosts look up from earth.
Apocalypse Beans sizzle on the fire.
Their cackle reamed with burning forget-me-nots.
Another year of tears
Sneers & jeers appears
Peers careers in arrears
Piers of fears & nadirs
Swelter in this smelter
On the Hell-ter skelter
Where seems every filter
Is somehow out of kilter
Whole rabbit hole rigmarole
Or out of hat habit.. tres drole
Mistletoe snogs & egg nogs
Carved birds & roasted hogs
Kind words & yuletide logs
Boomer tumour consumer cogs
Blogs on look at me shiny clogs
Swag brag-bags tiny whiny dogs
Lucre in lycra now everyone jogs
Not enough time they do sigh
Why they falter at altar of AI?
Still worship daddy in the sky
Baddie pill top of the bill guy
Broke folks shoot up in bogs
Serfs from birth society flogs
Wage slaves rage system slogs
Starved knaves go to the dogs
Aghast & agog schadenfreud void
Heinous intravenous drip deployed
Broligarchy malarkey whip can’t avoid
Staggering corporate pollution collusion
Constitution & any institution an illusion
Swaggering hate template of delusion
So in the confusion what is the only solution
Don’t cower but scour at the dour tech tower
People power ire got steeple spire profusion
Cometh the hour our glower must flower & shower
Devour dire liar denier empire everything does sour
High flyer pariahs on fire.. us entire our super power
So get off meds scoff not hats doff off with their heads
Don't wallow rally go doolally just like in a Bastille alley
So follow the Frogs boff each toff in their trendy togs
New op crop the top who cop our strop "Vive La Revolution"
Said Bashful Billy
To this pretty young filly
"Can I give you a peck on the cheek?"
Said the pretty filly
To Bashful Billy
"Yes, but first there's something I seek!"
Well, Bashful Billy
Really had no clue
What this filly was asking him for
So he whipped out a frog
From his colourful togs
Said, "If that's not enough, I have more!"
"No! No! Silly Billy!
That's not what I mean
Want you to do magic tricks for me!"
"It is told you can bake
A great Birthday Cake
While balancing a hot cup of tea!"
"Well, yes if you wish
So then may I kiss
The tender young cheek that I yearn?"
"Well, not quite so fast
There's a thing I must ask
That you teach me a trick I may learn!"
Well Billy agreed
To teach this young filly
A trick that he knew she would love
With a wave and a shake
Of his magical cape
A pink cloud came down from above
Although they were hidden
You knew she was smitten
Bashful Billy had won her young heart
Riding into the sunset
With love a sure bet
You knew they would never part!
Every age
is a nursery for afterthoughts.
I am a wardrobe for naked shelves,
naked hips and joints,
naked space. Behind me
old clothes slung on a chair,
nylon clouds, woolen hills
all only partly filled,
partly lived in.
I call them ‘togs.’
my togs once used to dance
around gyrating girls
on floors that gleamed shiny
as new spun silk,
but that was when togs
were a statement of a younger,
more fake me.
Now my togs
are wrap arounds and comforting,
or just a little too tight
to accompany me
to the green shod park
where the wind flounced trees
swirl in their summer dresses,
both full-figured and slender.
Arboreal moments like this
help me ponder
on what afterthought to wear
tomorrow.
Said Bashful Billy
To this pretty filly
"Can I give you a peck on the cheek?"
Said the pretty filly
To Bashful Billy
"Yes, but first there's something I seek!"
Well, Bashful Billy
Really had no clue
What this young filly was asking for
So he whipped out a frog
From his colourful togs
Said, "If that's not enough, I have more!"
"No! No! Silly Billy!
That's not what I mean
I want you to do magic for me!"
"It is told you can bake
A great Birthday Cake
While balancing a cup of hot tea!"
"Well, yes if you wish
So then may I kiss
The tender young cheek that I yearn?"
"Well, not quite so fast
There's a thing I must ask
That you teach me a trick I may learn!"
Well Billy agreed
To teach this young filly
A trick he knew she would love
With a wave and a shake
Of his magical cape
A pink cloud came down from above
The two were hidden
The young filly was smitten
Bashful Billy had won her dear heart
He gets all the kissing
He'd always been missing
They're together nevermore to part
© Jack Ellison 2012
Said Bashful Billy
To this pretty young filly
"Can I give you a peck on the cheek?"
Said the pretty filly
To Bashful Billy
"Yes, but first there's something I seek!"
Well, Bashful Billy
Really had no clue
What this filly was asking Billy for
So he whipped out a frog
From his colourful togs
Said, "If that's not enough, I have more!"
"No! No! Silly Billy!
That's not what I mean
Want you to do magic tricks for me!"
"It is told you can bake
A great Birthday Cake
While balancing a hot cup of tea!"
"Well, yes if you wish
So then may I kiss
The tender young cheek that I yearn?"
"Well, not quite so fast
There's a thing I must ask
That you teach me a trick I may learn!"
Well Billy agreed
To teach this young filly
A trick that he knew she would love
With a wave and a shake
Of his magical cape
A pink cloud came down from above
Although they were hidden
You knew she was smitten
Bashful Billy had won her young heart
Riding into the sunset
With love a sure bet
You knew they would never part!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Said Bashful Billy
To this pretty filly
"Can I give you a peck on the cheek?"
Said the pretty filly
To Bashful Billy
"Yes, but first there's something I seek!"
Well, Bashful Billy
Really had no clue
What this filly was asking for
So he whipped out a frog
From his colorful togs
Said, "If that's not enough, I have more!"
"No! No! Silly Billy!
That's not what I mean
I want you to do magic for me!"
"It is told you can bake
A great Birthday Cake
While balancing a hot cup of tea!"
"Well, yes if you wish
So then may I kiss
The tender young cheek that I yearn?"
"Well, not quite so fast
There's a thing I must ask
That you teach me a trick I may learn!"
Well Billy agreed
To teach this young filly
A trick he knew she would love
With a wave and a shake
Of his magical cape
A pink cloud came down from above
Although they were hidden
You knew she was smitten
Bashfull Billy had won her young heart
They rode into the sunset
With love a sure bet
You knew they never would part!