I am drugged by music
the horsehair bow,
key and peddle
the blow and boom'
of windpipes and drums.
Unfinished symphonies
leave me mewing like a wounded gull
forever beached on that last note.
My love is dressed in crinoline
in the 18th variation of a rhapsody,
It is my joy and pain
to be a member of a ghost orchestra,
to sit on a hard chair as a soft shadow
listening to the fading smoke
of hollowed-out wood
and I am drugged.
unplugged from myself.
for as long as it takes
for that musical blend of joy and pain
in its endless moment,
as it walks through singing bones.
A mug of steaming tea
Piping hot, so warm
The perfect remedy
For a winter storm
Or a cold and rainy day
Like it is today
A cup of brew
And thoughts of you
Take all the chill away
Before the painters came, I pulled
Each picture from the wall
And stashed them every place I could,
Most anywhere at all.
And now the painting’s finished
So I’m searching high and low
For where I put some things away -
I honestly don’t know.
Exhaustion’s gotten in the way –
I’m calling it a night.
Tomorrow when I fish around,
I hope to get a bite.
Why do you still chat
With that Common Rats?
As blind as A Bat;
A Gathering Fat?
Yes, I’m dead upset
And for Bad Fight set.
Would for A Gossip
Who lets his lips slip
Where had Poor Chloe stashed
The money she cashed
That could widen eyes
And trigger Wish Cries…
I know A Callow:
At theft who’s shallow;
The idea A Brow
Would never allow.
He finds a stash of cash
Then covers it in a flash
He moved it quick
Because he’d learn a new trick
To make his stash cash look like trash
OK, here's the take. Actually it was a steal. My roommate took my stash. I need to hash it out. Yet, it a deal already gone. Just like a three and half minute pop song. So here is a retake. Like a record production. Especially for me. So, it out and about. Not a shout out though. Not yet. More a block around and a new stash found. Like with the deal, there a hide for a now. Especially for a sit back. For a lay low. For a good blow. More like a intake. Yet, there's no application. Not yet. So, that's the short end of the stick. To be blunt, there's no blame game. Where my roomie has to hide. It's a no shamer. Yet, there’s a head's up Involved. A solve for today. Like behind a mexican hat on the wall. A hall pass for a stash. It's the best bet for a not yet. I feel legit. But my stash isn't. Not yet!
computer mouse gone
the puppy is contrite
hangs head with guilt
remote is missing
Buddy avoids our eyes
secret stash somewhere
An old crone who was living in Moffett
Sold all her household wares for a profit
She was simply bold,
[At least I am told],
To stash all the money in her soffit.
Leprechaun Stash
There once was a man so small.
He hid gold summer and fall.
In a pot it did go.
Nobody he’d show.
For fear he would lose it all.
In my yard a hole
surrounded by blueberries
what creatures are they
who hoard the tasty baubles
ah I see guilty chipmunks!
I seen it in the pale blue dawn
rousing....chocked full of diligence
silent running wisdom bliss
monsters seen with seldom fist
Zenith prized this heroin kiss
Shooting heat in cooker piss
Guilty
Guilty
Guilty
Guilty
mermaids secret stash
her iridescent buttons
mother of pearl
Winter supply of firewood stashed.
A neat pile stored in the basement
A testament to hard work.
The smell of mushrooms lingers.
We're ready for cold weather.
AP: 2nd place 2026
halloween stash
candy kisses
under the pillow
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
It's not a matter of how much we have
We always want more, much more to stash
To live the good life
With minimum strife
It's all about how much, like how much cash
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