That dark ink with which you were written
burning so coarsely to leave you with
a calloused and thoughtless destiny
comes now to pickpocket all your smiles
all your loves
and loves there were to bind your time
Save now but a semblance of family
a photographs lie
an uninvited memory
and so to bitter turn all of disport
those anguished years
But ah my love
it is a death which comes to all of us
And lay you now at night in hatred
cold of sulfurous scorn
to stab the needles of the stars
upon a pillow so damp with tears
while all the while some scratching quill has rewritten
the past within your ears
But so it is my love we never listen
and so in spite and certainty
yourself you cannot unburden
Is it so how you think you are not broken
that some righteous bile is left to swallow
how can it be on such foolish errand
a callous gift indeed it was
this heartless and thoughtless destiny
No maker of goods or wares was he
A taker of coin that none can see
Just a cad so cool and debonair
And a pickpocket extraordinaire
He distracts his prey with rhyme and verse
And slyly smiles while stealing their purse
So eloquently recites out loud
Then quickly disappears in the crowd
City to city he makes his way
To practice his craft from day to day
Of his next victim he'll soon descend
Then scatter like ashes on the wind
Whenever you're walking down the street
And ever a chance you too will meet
If he was a gun, I'd never cock it
And if I was you, I'd check my pocket
comparison is a pickpocket plucking joy from my handbag
I have been compared to countless things and things
that cannot be counted, or counted on
mostly fair assessments of character
only a handful of assassinations
I have been an assassin.
accused of killing
minutes carelessly turning earth, looking
for words to say the unnumbered and the unnamed
it is ineffable and I effing hate it like a hangnail
I cannot quit picking at the quick
then dousing it in ethyl alcohol, or the other kind
sometimes when I'm bleeding out from the ripped skin
I watch it dribble down my guilty fingers into the sink
with dried bits of fluoride still clinging
hard drips that won't rinse
there is never enough blood to fill the basin
never enough origin in your story to cover the drips
so I settle my savagery and rinse my hands of it
letting myself enliven at the sight of my innocent, open palms
instead of crying over a little gore, creating more horror
"Grab it", said Bob rabbit,
And went hop, hop,
The bacon was taken,
From the meat shop,
The cops pulled all the stops,
To catch grub thief,
They searched for bunny smirched,
To Bob's great grief,
He hopped until he dropped,
With fatigue sheer,
His bacon forsaken,
Ran off in fear,
Jack got his bacon back,
Thanked the police,
Chuffed that Bob's work was muffed,
Gave each a piece.
8th April 2023
inspired by Andrea Dietrich's Footles
Meat Market Robbery
Bacon
Taken
Pickpocket Bunny
Grab it
Rabbit
For Margarita Lillico's "Find Your PS Muse" contest
Star Sprayer
Twinkler
Sprinkler
Cleaning Freak
Hyper
Wiper
Flautist Pickpocket
Piper
Swiper
Complaining Hitman
Griper
Sniper
Test for Savant Autism
Rain Man
Brain Scan
Not Heard in France
Thank 'ee
Yankee
Capitalist Jerk
Wanker
Banker
Oct. 21, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
A young kangaroo pickpocket
Got nabbed when she tried to hock it
But Joey saw
Sex in the raw
And damned if he did not cock it!
Like two paynim peas in a pod,
their scurvy color
lipslick scheme is sour green
Got beady black eyes
scam shady —
A graft gaze that squints bifurcated focus
from hocus-pocus pupils;
whose tainted teal look-see, aperture con-fidence teach
a vulture view!
Crafty condor blinkers reflect
cunning thoughts
with a subtil snake-oil sheen
The scales of their subliminal deception
weighs silver speak fugazi
forge fraught
Cheating and conniving is the gold hush standard
of the blarney barker bling-bling
And cheator ear worms
dig every electromagnetic crypt-ic message
that the swindle Svengali sing-sing
Cabbage cheater chants
grow robber root rancor on the
dire dark,
underbelly dusk horizon
Them pickpocket pants,
pig feet parlance,
taste liquidity legume leper-con unlucky
on welsh rabbit tongues
01-12-22
If by accident, they occasionally
come near to any kind of truth
they tend to breakout in hives,
or shake uncontrollably.
We shouldn’t expect them to be truthful,
it’s asking too much.
Would we demand a dog
cook its own dinner,
or a pickpocket play a glockenspiel
while lifting a wallet?
Mostly and quite contrarily,
we condemn the author
for having lied
a whole lot better
than we ever could have.
Prosperity, vagabond,
Pickpocket of poor and old
Predator of oil and gold
Jewels, cash, land, or blondes.
When Prosperity pulls stakes,
Abandonment marks its wake
Jobs and places disappeared
Prosperity robbed and sneered.
The Thief Autism
Thief!
Childhood stolen by cowardly thief ~
Hiding in the shadows – masked face!
Bandit!
Holding hostage gifts and talents ~
Creation’s praise left penniless!
Feckless burglar!
Looting joy! Friendship hijacked ~
Words embezzled in mute babbles!
Surly swine!
Poaching laughter! Filching precious moments ~
Like a home invasion!
Kidnapper!
Of expression’s delight or the touch of love ~
Imprisoning the uniquely crafted thought!
Pickpocket!
Purloined priceless life cheated of hope ~
Criminal with no wanted poster
Mugger!
Strips bones - a prisoner’s frantic search for keys ~
To open sunrise - yearning to rush into the arms of life
Autism!
Doesn’t play fair with innocence ~
Small victories celebrated like battles won!
Warriors!
Embrace the precious souls locked within themselves
Armed with prayers and patience.
Dedicated to all who suffer with autism, all who love and work with these precious ones and all who work to change their lives with hope!
7-1-21
Contest: Let Er’ Rip #3
Sponsor: John Lawless
(first one revised because I found out Bugs Bunny was not Disney character)
"Bugs"
Funny
Bunny
Pickpocket Bunny
Grab it
Rabbit
Audience of Angry Cows
Booing
Mooing
Dog Entertainment
Fido's
Slide shows
Wild Dogs' Laughter
Jackals'
Cackles
April 8, 2021
for Brian Strand's All Yours (Apr 9) Poetry Contest
Silver tongue money sign blow
bellow ballast
moral bankruptcy notes
Reprobate shekel vocal chords
toot the $eductive $ound of the crafty coin jingle —
Filthy lucre windpipes
utter-ly craving more and more
Tainted dross lips blare grifter bluesy groans,
lover of the honk heist Tap scale shrill moans
Pied piper pickpocket player (such a theft bar clone)
blow an Iscariot number
with a snatched purse pirate dirge Ag cornet tone
Argentum coffer con-duit
continuously ear play the bandito music,
that Gehazi leer song
Let the pilfering notes fill the covetous air
with a subtil silverware sound ...
Polluted decibel waves b crooked cavalier,
a-plundering thoughts abound —
Fork tongue reed bark paper lust promises;
empty air promissory echoes,
so wallet stolen wrong
Strut
Just by the way I strut
You know I haven’t walked
A mile away from my hut
I’ve got life
But not an ounce
Of hope in my heart
All the days are the same
Some stare me dead in the eyes
But I, too
Am created in the image of God
Others look the other way
As if I don’t exist
Some are pacing the streets
Going to their whereabouts
Others walking slowly looking for trouble
Looking to pickpocket
Drawing guns, knives or swords
Don’t ever come around here
Be brave
Don’t show your face
Peel my eyes open
I live to see another day
Music plays with every step I take
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
12/20/19
The guy might be a pickpocket
But he is my brother
One of the sons of the land of Asia
A weed of the populous part of the earth
In a bottled dark he keeps a dragonfly
and tells himself: greetings to you, the deadened morning.
There was once a pickpocket named Mickey
Whose technique was quite deft and so tricky
He would bilk you of cash
And away he would dash
Leaving you sobbing o'er yer gin rickey
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