Leave the tangle behind you.
This is the theory I omitted.
Quite a while back.
Dwelling in a secluded retreat.
I choose a dilemma.
Many years ago.
Shielded from hazards.
This is the reason I used it.
Almost always.
However, a scare was issued.
We dreaded the virus.
Frequently.
No way, no how.
Not in this case.
Not right now.
Written: Sunday 03, 2022
Trail Of Morass
The mind dreams, the blood streams, the body screams
within a flash, emotions crash
Lips gasp, fingers grasp, tenacious determination lapsed
fractured vows laid bare on grass
Yesterday love left, faith is bereft, eyes incessantly wept
shooting star leaves a trail of morass
02/20/2021
4:12 p.m.
Intown Suites
Riviera Beach, Florida
USA
MORASS OF POOP
lucid crudity,
profoundly abusive,
mostly nudity,
but for some crass morass of poop.
the dam’s jammed with ***********,
jelly-like googly eyes,
a real mr. potato head.
i scream,
someone change mr. wonderful’s diapers!
upon exclaiming this topic,
excrement of cussing,
like diarrhea deserts the hell hole.
something clean,
like angel’s wings,
with diaper pins and all
W W
W W
W W
W W
an angel, nothing like a nun, with cherry cheeks,
simplicity’s smile, and a big bar of soap
at first he froths and foams like a madman
but with a clean diaper and pins in place,
he almost looks like a saint
4/8/2018
John Lawless’ Changing The Mind’s Diapers
As we see of a day unforgettable
Of a great betrayal,
As we were mired in a misadventure
We saw the mirthless smiles of that great betrayal
We, the givers of great positions
Through the mire our names were dragged.
Like a minx they were to us,
But we are minions who do as told
Our wrinkled smiles were like that of a stigmatized minger
Milk-sop we were called;
A milkweed would be preferred to us
Could this a mid life crisis be? NO!!
A long life crisis I should say
Cause a middle ground we can't find
Dejection was our intimate friend.
The only help we could get was
A foul microdermabrasion which made
Our lives a formless formidable LATRINE.
I sit,
forming kisses on memories,
striking them from time, as it whispers away.
Recollecting venomous verbs
cast to empty shadows
Eradicating the spiel.
Adjectives of annihilation, blitzing barren minds,
reflected, returned in silent echoes.
Notches gouged into the family tree,
tearing sons from fathers, mothers from daughters
‘till desolation offers comfort, disconsolately.
Tears, oil my fluency.
Chagrin deliverance to captured celluloid puppets,
hypnotized by neon stars. Concrete castles
raping biblical heavens, falsifiying resurrection.
My scathing peers judge me.
Relationships extirpated.
Sentenced to rejection
in the morass of anonymity,
I bleed sarcasm to arcade mannequins.
Deaf to empty responses,
while they crucify my heart
within the depths of a satin grave.
Abused and still forlorn in the spiral of the cigarette,
I recite musings to shattered coble aisle.
Turn my back on opportunity kicking in my door.
Scanning faceless faces,
in vain hope of another easy conquest
Charon awaits.
Abandoning relics
to my playground of yesterday,
I beg the boatman’s coin.
Seeing my name on the grease stained roll call,
I fade.
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