All the gymbros want to have big muscles;
All are willing to put in the hustle;
the one thing stopping us, being the price,
of protein powder, canned chicken, and rice.
Only one of these things, can we amend,
it comes in a green, high quality blend;
a whole tub is cheaper than two big macs,
It will make you very jacked.
All our resources come from the sea;
Consequently, we will fit your budget to a tee;
Most protein from the ocean is cheap,
You will collect our protein powder in heaps.
.
'gainst my forehead
presss'd
herz
i feel her
think
hern mine
in the cheval
i see the moon'z
hern
powder'd
softly glow'n
move'n time
Stepping to the plate, he stood at four foot eight.
Sixty-seven pounds, that was the batter's weight.
You probably wouldn't think to look at this punk,
that his club held a punch, as to bat, he slunk.
Mister Monninger shouted a curious phrase -
"powder river." To the hitter, it conveys
a sense of fearsome confidence and power.
Cocking the bat, he knew he'd be man of the hour.
First pitch, and that ball sailed o'er the grass of green.
No lie. It was the furthest anyone had seen.
Yes, I was that batter boy, who played in tattered jeans,
but I still don't know what "powder river" even means.
I tried to smoke away the pain,
Rolled it into a blunt and lit it.
I breathe it all in to feel something,
I blow out to release the suffering.
Too anxious for my own good,
I pop a pill every now and then.
The pills stop me from overthinking,
They give me a moment of peace.
I wish I could turn my thoughts
Into alcoholic shots.
I wanna black out from my thoughts,
Forget them and wake up hungover.
Let me crush up my bad memories,
And snort them with my diary pages.
Replace those bad moments with
The good ones I recreated with drugs.
These night terrors don’t stop at sunset,
?And the clock hasn’t even struck 12 yet.
I’ll take my dose of Vivarin,
And fight the demon that’s appearing.
My body can’t hold up the abuse,
Each time I’m down in the blues.
I’ll try to get high off my own pain,
I’ll use anything to stimulate my brain.
I promise next time I won’t overdose,
Even if that’s what I feel like doing the most.
Just about a mile outside Pyrite Town is Black Powder Mountain,
It has a grizzly disposition and a couple of veins of mean.
Lightning licks the peak at every opportunity.
Some went up to tame it and vanished like a dream.
Some say they saw the ghost of an old Chickasaw chief.
One night, a 90-proof bet got the better of me.
I quickly packed up some grub and a fifth of bravery.
I brought my four-legged chum, for a little bit of company.
We made our way through the speckled forest.
Waded through half a dozen icy creeks.
A thick mist slithered up the neck of the valley.
That night I prayed up a little fire to keep the ghosts off the dream.
The night dealt nothing but jokers and spades.
Something brutish barreled through the forest.
My eyes were wider than the barrel of my gun.
I fired off a warning shot to keep the phantoms on the run.
Imagination was beating like a war drum.
Somewhere in the trickster's night I lost my little chum.
I never made it to the summit and lost the 90-proof bet.
A day later, as I was airing out my tent.
Out popped the faintest chant and a pale green arrowhead.
Powder blue.
Postman Raleigh frame,
Wheels that were thin and far from de rigeur at the time.
An ode to the horrors of Shelly with its salvaged parts,
None matching saddle and outmoded bell.
Smooth plastic pedals.
A Gift.
Not as I had dreamt,
Mag wheels with fat all terrain tyres for grip.
A torrid lean toward machismo and impressive stunts,
A mode of movement, demanding awe.
Trophy as much as vehicle.
Summer followed.
She earned my respect,
Her visage lost initial thoughts of ugliness.
For Frankenstein’s monster tore fast and flew,
Threw wind in my face, took my breath.
Grazed elbows and knees.
Barry Sheene.
Randolph Scott, John Wayne,
I became all of those, that hazy summer.
Chasing bad guys across imagined prairies,
Hurtling down race tracks unknown.
Winning hearts and trophies.
Funny now
My memory of where she went,
Evades me, time has ridden past, fast.
The bike I once called Mary, with love,
A nod to the author of the dark tale she reminded me of.
Beautiful powder blue.
Running fast,
the most beautiful of
bullets.
Sarcastic
but always classy.
The lights are up now,
I bid you adieu'.
Thanks for the memories and the ever present inspiration,
seeing so much love
It is for you.
Nothing hurts now
but our hearts,
but like the brilliant,
flash of energy you were,
you never quit looking out for me ,
nor I for you.
As this was our dynamic-
I wanted to keep you in one place
for a long moment
and like so many others,
to harness a little of that spirit.
It was an amazing run babe.
For me you will never grow old.
XO
Grayanotoxins affect both cardiovascular and respiratory systems. Symptoms include a burning sensation in the mouth and pharynx, anoxia, salivation, emesis, muscular weakness, dimness of vision and bradycardia followed by severe hypotension, respiratory paralysis, coma, and death.
Note.(supari killer goli ya Teka)
that's when everything fell apart
that intelligence has harmed us,
repeatedly failing in these matters
which are like immense runaway trucks,
reaching trees clouds castles
and the naivety of colorful fantasies.
now is a time of dusty feelings,
of masks to mask the masks
and there's nothing about you
that I can't find in supermarkets.
there is always a way out said the mouse,
entering the cat's dark mouth.
the whole planet is full
of needles and pins.
have you seen how the fabric of anguish is sewn?
saw how time and space bend in pain?
it is with disgust that the boy spits out
the medicine that could save him.
talcum powder was almost the death of me
it was bathroom winter elegantly scented
blinded by the dusty seductress, and i ache to bathe again
then cocoa shea hit me like an odd sort of heat
there were so many bumpy roads and dead skin cells
there were so many speed traps and balled up and torn up tickets
what should have been clues instead came as covered comfort
yes, lou, there was, originally, always something there to remind me
now, as naked as the current version of my eyes, i put the unexpected generic on the recently renovated pedestal
yes, again, Your Highness, Mr. Radio, the Woman of today is still smarter than Man in every way
thank you, Sweets, i will now live longer
there is this exact space
into which every thought fits
in its proper fold
you bend all over
keeping them aligned by the groove
trim
and smooth
and flatten the thickness
and then molds everything
to reduce the size
you write on top of the box the name
putting the meaning inside
then tie it with a sash
and put it on the shelf
just open the box to find out
what can you avoid doing again
the same nonsense as always.
Go away, Today,
You have overstayed your stay.
You think you're tough,
We've had enough it's been rough,
It's time to go.
Go now,
We can't allow
This bedlam to last,
You've had your day,
Just vanish, we say
Be a memory of our past.
Shove off!!
Oh! you've acquired a cough,
From someone you infected.
How do you feel?
Do you feel ill?
Has Human breath been detected,
A virus in you,
That is new?
Caught, from a human being,
It's our breath that causes your death,
We can't believe what we are seeing,
A vicious virus,
Is not desirous,
To anyone on Earth.
We've invented a puffer,
A virus snuffer,
That will kill and stop future births.
As we wave goodbye,
We all breathe a sigh,
All feeling very chuffed,
Who would have thought we'd kill the virus,
Who was so desirous,
With a Super Sniffer Puff.
Where’s the paid watcher of my Jerry can
And who the hell just bounded it off,
My face now a hotter frying pan,
Never to learn how to absorb a bluff?
Lame excuses I don’t fail a wheel chair
And their givers try to not spare:
These days’ lies changed like robes
By lips doubly sure no listener probes...
Because kerosene is involved
And its worries not easily solved...
Tales in powder soaked to veil their rashes,
No recalls of Dust to Dust, Ashes to Ashes…
Should I forget haven woken up at 4:00 AM
For a heart gladdening position in a snaky queue
And the pains taken to phone a Clem
For my Jerrycan to be preceded by just a few
Stiff-necked, refusing a morning bath
After picking the consequences from Simple Math?
dust of poetry
remnants abandoned feelings
lost treasure of love
Pieces of heat scatter and scorch
Over the orange rusted sky
Wildfire season has arrived
Dense and thick, stern charcoal
Eyes capture and deny
Relief's cool rain, as tongues of flames
Kindles tender clovers red
Eating clean the succulent
Green laced gentle ground.
7/14/21
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Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title: Powder Keg
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