Pathological spit-steroid addict,
blame-shifting weightlifting fanatic
Decathlon cracked lip truth ...
Jumping over another
high cloudy crystal
methane alibi
aloof sprint hurdle
Twisted twin-lip discus throw
on a poppy milk turbo fan blow
Veracity record unverified:
Marathon factual finishes
don’t have a Mary Jane
Photoshop shred of proof
Possessing a prosthetic tongue
allows them half-truth pole vaulters
to perform
those verbal gymnastic,
lying athletic feats of strength,
so hash mark daringly
Yielding honesty sweat labor sparingly
Such a Festivus mucous odor:
pandemic ground-zero celebration fête
Noxious nitro nostril gas,
on a downhill imposter incline oxy splat
Lie ability
don’t hinder a moral victory thief,
it’s a boon to the burglar, actually
Carousel tales ... up-and-down lung sales
giving hazy, rowboat circular details
Ever racing for the Pinocchio prize,
wouldn’t knowz
losers,
with smelly rumor toes ...
Fan the foul exhaust fumes —
when their tale pipe empty,
bad-breath bellow sneakers
reach the end of the road
Categories:
vaulters, allusion, perspective, truth, wisdom,
Form: Burlesque
Went down to the
rivers edge today-
jumped right in-
wondering-
fumbling-
all about-
asking-
where-
we're-
going.
Struggling swept away
by the undertow-drowning
strait to the bottom I floated;
could already hear the vaulters-
wailing together-at me from up under.
As limp yes lifeless to the surface I rose;
all-of-them pecking away; at my eyes... !
Time a drifter-is-never to be misconstrue.
My hope for another would be
this not happen-too-you... !
Mercy's given; mercy's-
shown, I figure-now-
if I'd offered more-
myself earlier, now-
with me this fate,
to have happened-
I don't know still-
this-way-maybe,
then, it-wouldn't.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmf2jiyYKqQ
Categories:
vaulters, inspirationalme,
Form: Prose Poetry