In the intricate salamander hideaway lurks Slippery Willie, hellbent on picking apart all of my hard-earned plot twists for no reason other than his own amusement. He’s always two steps ahead of me.
How many hymnals does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Boron is an element
(to me at least).
Take a caper and toss it
into the lake, and
what do you get? Litter.
a frame of bumblebee polish
to hyphenate round regret
in perpetuity (for posterity).
Jimbo is a very old soul,
but chooses not to show
the beatings he’s endured
just to come back
and take them again.
He’s more enlightened than that.
told me in a dream
that all things are
to be the way they have always been
for the sake of humanity
and the underwritten malady of our species.
I took his words
more as anecdotal than anything,
washing the windshield of my car
with vigorous clockwise scrubbing patterns.
Those damn birds will never understand
proper neighborhood etiquette.
Stencil in the fairy mist Tarzan aroma
for the paradise of the Ganges stallion.
We may not signify just what it is
that allows us to circumvent the traditional symmetry,
but we can try, can’t we?
No, we mustn’t try,
that would only cause heartbreak
and serious malaise for a time
where we do not understand the nature of things
as they should be, constantly unfolding
(beyond our control and happily flawed).
An elephant walks into a clown
at the grocery store.
The clown says “Hey Donnie,
ya just broke a rib.”
The elephant says “No, I’m fine.
You’d better get that nose checked out, though.”
Powdered telltale foghorns love our indecisions, oh don’t they though? They laugh at us through cheeky grins of early incandescence, pretty little snitches bitching anyway they may for the sake of everything larger than the scale of a matchbox car. Ha, if only they knew the folly of thinking such lovely sights and telling such lovely frights to the neighbors.