Stubbed my toe but I’m still dead.
Moments feel like organs.
And hours are my taste buds tasting organs.
It feels like I’m dead like paint chips crumbling.
It’s like being born as a centipede over and over.
That’s why stuff happens faster.
Blink and your toe pops off in a field of nowhere.
This is like a severe mental illness.
Except that I have most of my eyes and fingers.
Eat a donut like nothingness.
Stubbed my toe and fell asleep.
Sometimes you need a sharp pain.
Like a tree needs branches trimmed.
Stubbed my toe but still have hallucinations.
It takes so much.
New Born
By Frank Daub
Putting up the wash – Again
one wooden clothes pin gripped
tightly
in her lips. On toe-tips; blonde hair wind-whipped
dangling in her eyes.
The sun an apricot surprise
on the back of her legs.
All busy hanging clothes
and
Watching in the yard to see the baby lulling in the doze
Of May.
My perennial loving Guard.
.
due respect
regard eve
hernself
it be nap'er'noon
thus
softly tramp'd
mine
(tuh capture mine think
'pon slip)
past limp
her
'cross laundry
thuh
into mine study
tap'em
An
airy successful glow is
always filled with
hay road springy
goof balls prior to
green gang-
resurgence to con-
trol pesty
in-crap greedheads.
.
first 'twere
thuh down
slide
them stairz
thar
mine eyne
shock'd
"edvard
up boy"
here
hern strip
did
thus mine
uhp uhp
yuhp
each mine
tread
bulge'n eyne felt
climb'did
uhp
*yuh can't make this vision up
it 'tweren't mine ,)
.
down thuh nymph’s
spine
mine patient
duke’s digits
thick
sluggishly
strut
Head to toe you speak elegance,
conversation adorned with glitz.
Within your world of opulence,
that rigid handshake transfers bliss.
Now between a hiss and a kiss,
drawn to grisly I can’t explain.
My thoughts split hitting hypnosis,
smack dab into a speeding train.
Skin felt the pain
While playing a peaceful golfing game
Challenging the course’s blister campaign
Terrorizing the toe
Forcing a temporary surgical sew
Oh
No
To keep this show
On the go
They must know
Basic health care
Not to scare
Removing infected nail
Transporting remains towards the waste management pail
Bloody and red
Now dead
Left as trash
Above the fairway grass
Next to Frank’s Furter
Who was murdered
After pork barrel spending
And over lending
Worth commending
Pending
Cooking the links
Hearing what others think
About another medical review
Of the pinkie one too
Country club house bound
And the parfect round
No bogeys in sight
Feeling right
Since all has healed
Closing the deal
Without a squeal
Or scream
From the green
Manicured and pristine
Ready for a four-day dream
Pricklescoff sits at a Moses Toe
where two rivers meet
where two rivers flow
with one from his left
and one from his right
as he, a troll, sits at the point
where two rivers meet
on into the night
and see all the fish
stickleback, minnow
swim as he sits
at the Moses Toe
Based on the novella Where Two Rivers Meet, A Dark Romance Fantasy by Clive Culverhouse
I have one toe that goes above its job.
The digit developed a way to give
pleasure if merely squeezed on its wee tip.
Like whenever someone plays with my hair,
massages my receptive neck or back,
it’s a prized oh-ew-ah-oh-ahhh affair.
I appreciate it so, but that bratty toe
withholds unless another does the squeeze
and my other thinks I caught an odd disease.
toc tac toe
I am always X
weirdly enough
every young person I meet is also always X
I had to learn to be O
begrudgingly
Jitterbug music in my ear
Comes to mind a dance of yesteryear
Next my feet duly inspired
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
My toe is sore a real ow
My toe is old, I don’t know how.
I chopped it off, a silly mistake.
Now it is worse, said Cousin Drake.
He is aged and out of his mind
His dementia is the very worst kind.
The toe is lost, we cannot find.
Uh-oh, on a chain and freshly shined.
Eenie Weenie Finey Toe, which one of the Christians has to go?
The Romans were chanting loudly from the sixteenth row.
Lion eyes the captured with his beady yellow eyes that glow.
Eenie Weenie Finey Toe, he thinks as a growl starts way below.
Does not matter, he gets to eat them all – the small and tall.
There are plenty of them, and he has time to get them all.
The crowd begins chanting “stop waiting! Why the big stall?”
They are blood-thirsty all around the colosseum wall.
Keeping busy
Tic-Tac-Toe
Checking my lists
Tic-Tac-Toe
Cooking and cleaning
Tic-Tac-Toe
Trips to the lake
Tic-Tac-Toe
Let's take a walk
Tic-Tac-Toe
Rummaging and fumbling
Tic-Tac-Toe
Just keeping busy
Tic-Tac-Toe
Never still. Never rest
Tic-Tac-Toe
Time always heals Mother said
Tic-Tac-Toe
Memories Never Fade
Tic-Tac-Toe
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