An all-night rain: the smell
of sogged-down leaves and woods
stirs up feral urges: to tramp
the wetness like a snouted creature,
kicking up dead leaves, poking
deep for squirming things, sniffing
earthy scents for spongy roots,
gulping down mushrooms
with black grit, the bristly haired
skin taut and wet, until the belly
bloats and sags, generating heat
like a boiling cauldron.
Narcissistic little freak –
The world isn’t meant to like you
There’ll be many parties
Where nobody invites you
Dance around with Mommy,
Dance your TikTok video
Hope you’ve got your bubble-wrap
Hope you don’t plan on a girlfriend
Only child syndrome
Only child syndrome
Only child syndrome
Only child syndrome
That’s what we get for sparing the rod –
A coddled little demigod
Alone in his urine, the whole playroom sogged
One day he’ll command a firing squad
(chorus)
Mama loves you dearly
Grandma does, sincerely
We’re takin’ you out yearly
To get lost in the maze of corn
Go ridin’ on that tractor
Where hay fever is a factor
God bless this child actor
And the day that he was born
The truest of the truthful dukes who chooses to amuse the fuse of the groove to let loose /
So soon a bloom that is to loom over any gloom /
Forget bigots they’ll never get big like shots or lots /
As I’m aloft through the roof of this joint like I smoked your top locks off /
It's time to prove a hue of stooge slew anew over the slop and open up shop /
This is just my hop to jot through rot like I’m laying sod around the job /
Lost a corn cob as I jogged and juiced a hog in marinade across the log /
Sogged the mob and their pishposh hodgepodge /
Lobbed a rock at her wishy wash lodge she thought she had locked /
Got a troth full of suave to unlock and dislodge /
As we opt for a broth onslaught to loft all the costs /
I mopped the spot of rot sought after by maggots /
We hoped not to botch what my hero’s fruition brought us /
But a lying jont of stop watch witches forgo wishes and forge a lot unjust /
Upped the ante of the pot and ended with no loss just profit /
Stunned the evil planning in a trot as we tended to our cause
little one
you are already heavy
you survived the fire all by your (now) lonesome
your mother burned to death
your father committed suicide over the guilt of starting the fire with his crack pipe
both of your brothers died crying next to your mother
you hid where the smoke could not get to
you came out of it completely unharmed sans some smoke inhalation
little one
i pray for you now
confusion is the unfortunate teacher of your here and now
you bite into your tear sogged chicken sandwich
you take a small nibble of your cold, warmly wet fries
you show no interest in the mini bottled water for obvious reasons
i will take you home with me
it is okay, for tonight, if you sleep with your eyes open
Let Us Pray, little one........
What'll I Write... he
Muses, surveilles the nil
Wind, windowy visage,
& gateswayed key-pad,
like a cyber abacus
to touch & stroke, counted-
on to reveal it's
whilom Mysterlex, vener-
able... Sunday, a
small gaggle of Ibis, like a
short-stack @ the Pamcake House,
gather to beak the
night-sogged sand & soil -
Yes, it is Raining, & what'll
I Write onto this
Sky heavy with no
sound, Divemy - to Alpha-Bet-
souper-bowl-Day to score
& yield 1st-touch-Words,
off-costume, aplenty like
Muskmelonseeds al
centro, resplendent
like an occasion, of the
Yes-twoDay's a mazed
Prosetrycopia!, huh! -
What shall I Write, In-
Deed!?, but Linnear...
and Quantumescent,
A Sirge in Time to the
Muse of Rhyme, I Am...
Currents of chaos
Battering battering my fragile ports
Steady flow of tidal constance
Fluid life and yet
I drown silently
A water sogged pillar
I steady the pier and hold true
Against the undercurrents and crashing waves
Briney depths beckon and call
Shifting drifting sandy murk
Dances at my feet
Upturned, my face to the sun
But that is not my place
Shadowy cool caressing fingers
Urge me downward
For the waves are my lullaby and
They call me home