Animals in top hats,
Ride bicycles en road,
Spoked wheels and pedaled spats,
Round about, in ornamental spode.
Animals in monocles,
Spectate in obeisance,
Cuffed by inked chronicle:
Renascence-linked complacence.
Animals in Model Ts,
Toot along en route,
To queue below burlesque marquee,
Bloating bruit by gloat and brute.
Animals in suits,
Sustained by entree manner,
Tasting morsels, cheering lutes;
To labor, bond and banner.
Animals in petticoats,
Puffed in crinoline,
Corsets sweep beneath the bloat,
Ensure the meal’s unseen.
Animals in linen,
Lain in duvets, eider down,
Sunken pelt a skin had been in,
Before its fur had come to town.
Animals in animal,
Adorned disguise of dermis,
Woven threads of blastemal,
Posture vermin with a vermis.
Animals in animals,
Piquant bones to gnaw,
Ascetic starving cannibals,
Feed on creed and law.
Animals in groups,
Extensions of the self,
Lain in egg to cracked coops,
Atop a thrifted shelf.
Instead of rounding out our edges,
To conform our shape to objects,
End the heed, the empty pledges,
Be animal: love and sex.
Categories:
spoked, america, analogy, animal, self,
Form: Rhyme
Like a baseball in a glove,
I took my place in the holly tree.
From here, they must come and listen,
It's a grand slam... I shall speak cordially.
I brought enough food
to stay for weeks
until my simple message is heard,
digested from I, who's mild and meek.
And so they came,
authorities, family and friends
to see a spectacle in a tree;
Time moved slowly as did more attend.
I spoke my words,
peacefully;
"They are out to get me,
with numerology!".
Though deaf ears listened
with arms outreached,
"Please come down,
we are hear to help", spoked amicably.
So to the ground
I made my way...
I was running the bases,
but it was not my play.
And this is where my journey began...
Hospitals, jail and doctor's rooms!
My message was never heard,
as it was left up in the holly tree tomb.
Tuesday, October 19, 2021
Categories:
spoked, angst,
Form: Rhyme
in a thick milk bottle
a dark green one
which grandfather found on the beach after the war
having inside a shriveled yellow paper
without any drawing
without any inscription
the grandmother's ashes stayed for a while
grandmother being skinny
the bottle was almost empty
so the grandfather put the paper back in place
when he missed her
he took the bottle
put it on his chest
and spoked to her
and when my grandmother had to answer him
he was turning it like an hourglass
and so he did for two years
until he crouched too
(although it was harder
because he was hefty)
in the milk bottle
then
to make room for him
I finally took that sheet
and I stuck it on the window
when it rains on the sea and it`s lightning
on both sides of the paper
two overlapping palms can be seen
one of a woman
and the other of a man
crossed in filigree
by a single line of life
nothing else
Categories:
spoked, destiny, emotions, grandfather, grandmother,
Form: Free verse
Nurembered days
Numb
Dumb
The pain
insane
a breast to suckle
an ear to hear
walking dead
late but prayed
Gods fell asleep
Mortals played
tumors grow
Its the doctors show
Liver or die
Drink my dreams
or do I try
Lettuce and rabbits
seduction and undergarments
exposed in the rain
dancing in pain
rendezvous
cafes and empty tables
candles burnt
loves description like flames
fades away
easy to say
no one to sway
who the hell wants to stay
This world is red
This life is spoked and bloody
Emotions drowned in daily strife
Memories drift
like snow in the wind
Silent dreams
Erotic dancers
Colombian cafes
My head a daze
Long ago, when the piano was tuned
I was a player
I was formidable and great
now
I drink in the last call
fulk the life and I want the hell
do I cry in Belgium
Fabulous
I am not a nice guy
But the metro is here
so goodbye
Suicide tracks
and
Musical notes
chasing the hate of isis tears for fears
Butterflies trump ruby foo’s buffet
for tyrants rant
While fools become gluttons
Categories:
spoked, allusion, analogy, boat, culture,
Form: Free verse
Saw an old beggar with cup in hand
Pleading for coins ragged old man
Bald and toothless sight all but gone
Dropped him a coin he told his song
Once I was powerful and ruled the land
Anything I desired was at my command
Gorged on feast wine women and song
I was King of the World to me it belonged
I lived in palaces and ruled the World
Life and death at my finger's twirl
Every decision I utter from my lips
In scrolls great scholars dutifully kept
I wore robes woven of the finest gold
Legends and songs of me were told
Masses adored me treasures piled to the sky
Great statues of me were mountain high
Listening of tales from one ruined and humbled
The arrogance he spoked made truth crumble
He rattled his cup pathetic and sad
Apologizing it was the only coin I had
I left the old soul on the corner street
Never staying to learn of his defeat
But if life leaves you down and awhirl
Why not believe your King of the World.
Categories:
spoked, allegory, fantasy, old, sympathy,
Form: Rhyme
Where are the sleeping giants that never awoke
Where are the dragons that long ago spoked
Were unicorns is common is pretty rainbows
Were Martians living on Mars in droves
Is the Garden of Eden a real earthly place
Is the face of Zeus the one Jesus replaced
Will El Dorado gleam in the rays of sun
Will Shangri-La open her gates to anyone
Are monsters just demons in masquerade
Are angels ever given a paid holiday
Does Atlantis exist within layers of myth
Does Sasquatch know if any Yetis are left
Did a monkey leave his tree to become man
Did a tree in a garden tempt man to be damned
Why do we dream of falling falling down
Why do we curse the earth we are bound
Where are the gods the Greeks used to know
Where are the gods of Egypt and her pharaohs
Why do we speak a million different tongues
Why do we not have the same color for everyone
Was the future the past we've already repeated
Was salvation on a screen we accidently deleted.
Categories:
spoked, humor, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme