There're things much worse than being alone.
Like a stream of cold words cutting to the bone.
Or bruises blooming like lilacs on the face of innocents.
There's always a steel-toed skunk in a field of mint.
Nobody wants to spend their precious days
navigating paths of eggshell. and broken glass.
You don't notice the petals or bells anymore, only the horn of the coming train crash.
Day upon day you dust off the mask
because that's what dusters are expert at.
They put on rose-scented glasses and tap shoes.
Sashay into yet another flinch-battered day.
Hoping there's a patch of robin egg blue.
To temper that vast quilt of blackish decay.
One thing is always in fashion,
that polka-dot pattern of escalation.
Pinnacle of pins and green desperation.
A shallow pond of apology and reconciliation.
Things turn sweet to sour at the speed of light.
A honeymoon never shows you its darkest side.
Once there were diamonds, now there's only slag -
It's past time for a nonchalant lift off that icy crag.
My first novel came out today,
"Every Skunk that Wasn't".
One critic had nice things to say.
Many others doesn't.
Little midnight bunny
Hid in deepest umbra
Cunning coyotes prowl
A spotted owl searches
Wherever can you go?
A rattler reached your hole
A wily weasel roams
Inky shadows shrinking
As the moon is rising
Wherever can you go?
A striped skunk skulks your way
Hunker down, let him stay
If you go down to the woods some day
you'd better beware better take care on the way
look where you walk mind how you go
one thing's for certain you never know
what's waiting none-too-patiently there
guaranteed it's no teddy bear
you may be on the receiving end of a grizzly
if bitten by such it's ghastly if not grisly
so keep a look out with both eyes
or you’re certainly sure of a big surprise
yet should an aroma waft your way on the breeze
from up ahead between the trees
no shades of grey but black and white
roving about throughout the twilight
watch them roam yet rarely in pairs
don't let them catch you unawares
but one misconception I must debunk
tomato juice won't neutralise
the pure pervasive essence of skunk
I am a skunk with burgundy hair
it flies around my head in a non-style-like-way
If my roots could grow in burgundy I would save time
But no, it has to grow in white
Thus, I am usually a skunk
Because my hair grows about an inch an hour
thanks Dad!
if I had a skunk
I’d blame all my gas on him
it’s lots of gas
She was a proud Osage who loved her tribe, her family and her skunk.
He had adopted her when he was a baby; he loved her so….
Will he spray me? Potential suiters asked, a bit afraid of this fluff ball.
Only if he does not like you, Girl who Loves Animals replied.
Her father sat at the edge of the teepee listening.
Glad to have a bit of distance from her pet, Stinker.
Stinker was not fond of him; he had been sprayed a few times.
Why don’t you get rid of him? Some of the wise men of the council suggested.
She loves him, and he keeps suiters away, he replied.
He is the best birth control we could ever have.
What if he likes the suiter? One of his council men inquired.
So far, he has liked none of them, replied her father.
Skunk or a deer -
what was the varmint?
'Cuz Noah's buck naked,
without any garment! (Gen 9:21)
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In response to Drunk as a Skunk by Gershon Wolf
Noah, ‘a righteous man
pure in his generations’ (Genesis 6:9)
spent a year in the Ark
‘til on Mt. Ararat it parked
When he emerged
he got drunk as a skunk
Which just goes to show
it’s a whole bunch of bunk
That to be righteous and pure
ya gotta live like a monk
Born and raised a city girl, I moved to Colorado,
married a handsome cowboy I call my 'desperado.'
One night we were making love beneath the moon,
snuggled together. Oh, how that man could spoon,
when I caught a whiff of something awfully stinky.
I said, "Darlin,' are you doing something kinky?"
He laughed out loud and said, "Honey, get inside.
You've lots to learn about living in the west, my bride.
That stench you're smelling is the nasty odor of funk.
It's roadkill because it's the season of dead skunk."
again a dead skunk on the road nearby
I can smell it's musk drifting on the breeze
but darn . . . I feel sorry for it, I really do
no soul deserves to die that way
oh, I recall the time
one chased me down a forest path
it's tail was high and it was mad, real mad
seems I got too close to it's home
I really thought I was going to have plunge
into the stream ... but it got bored I guess
Dead Skunk Season, it goes best on a roast,
then sliced nice and thin, and served up on rye toast!
Dead Skunk Season, oh it costs, but you’ll pay!
A dash in the eggs drives the in-laws away!
Dead Skunk Season, no live critters were harmed;
the label says road-kill, but don’t be alarmed!
Dead Skunk Season, Gordon Ramsay’s a fan;
When it ruins your cookware, you’ll buy his new pan.
Dead Skunk Season, have some more if you please,
and while you are at it, pass the Limburger cheese!
I’ve been silly, willy nilly,
Not your neighborhood, hillbilly,
Silly is, as silly does,
Silly whiz, I was.
If my brain goes clink, clink, clink,
And my skull, begins to shrink,
What I think, my thinking got,
Linking think to thought.
Now I leave you, for this reason,
I'm alive, in dead skunk season.
After driving for miles on the highway,
I noticed a lump near my driveway:
a black and white chunk,
"Omigosh! It's a skunk
and he's gone to the 'Sweet By and By' way!"
I could tell it was dead because he
gave off a real hum. It was funky!
It was reeky and rank;
it was stale and it stank
and the stench of it really repulsed me!
ebony skunk waddled through our dog door yesterday afternoon
don’t worry said husband, he will probably leave very soon
instead, he invited in guests, two monkeys and a baboon
they decided to stay with us during the latest monsoon
the dogs did not care for the skunk, chased him up the hallway
he gave me a grin, that said “don’t worry, I will fix this right away”.
I knew what It meant and dove under a dresser where I planned to stay.
My husband was looking for cover too, along with our neighbor May.
Skunk spritzed them with an aroma that made my face turn blue.
no worries. I needed a tomato bath, it was long overdue.
the monkeys and baboon were in the kitchen eating crackers at two.
they were stale, but who cares? I wanted to get away from this zoo.
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