Viscious, valinet pierceing ray
Penetrating luscious leafed organisms.
Oozing through slimy mucus
Never moving from its place.
Never drank from except from
The brown maned, four-legged organism
That rides from hillside to mountainside.
Never achieving the rank of lake
It sits, sitting ugly
For the air to take.
Wishing to be verdant but perched
As a pot.
Grocery Catastrophe (Word-draw Poem)
The phosphorescent halogen bulbs
Glimmered from afar.
The Peruvian pour-over permeated
Throughout the grocery coffee shop.
The Boars Head brisket spill flooded the floors
Knocking over the barley-heavy beers
and potted hydrangeas.
Hoppy petal-filled air floated
Slippery fulminate coated.
Cherning Spheres (Sestina)
Spherical dough rolled like a ball.
Masking taste with hair of the dog.
Getting off the midnight train.
Cool breeze covered by fur.
That was back then.
Whistling train and chugging whiskey.
Whisking in the sauce pan covered in whiskey.
Frying dough balls.
Taking them out then.
Wagging like a dog.
Dusted in fur.
Moved like a train.
Round cherning like a train.
Watered down whiskey.
Coarse and fierce like a fur.
Moving like a rolling ball.
Chasing round the block with dogs.
Coming home to bacon then.
Remembering what happened then.
Back when we rode the trains.
Hanging in a pack like dogs.
Doiled down whiskey.
Eating mozzarella balls.
Warm in jackets fur.
Skin coated in fur.
Fur from then.
Laced white and red balls.
Catching games on the train.
Sipping Tennessee whiskey.
Wanting to be the dog.
Daring to be the dog.
Dogs loving their fur.
Flopping in mud whiskey.
Binging on tastes from then.
Drinking on the choo train.
Thinking of the days of games of balls.
Dogs running from then.
Fur lined seats warming on the train.
Whiskey rocks floating in the shape of balls.
What would I do to get where I’m going?
An average person would take a cab
Lousy cig smelling yellow cars by the
Kabob stands flinging franks to the dogs.
Everyone else might go for a quick walk
Randomly passing faster passengers.
Frozen knuckles come from walking in cold.
Luxury lies between the leather seats
You wish that you were sitting on instead.
Why would one choose to travel in that way?
Ability may actually be why
Lucky ones with money can get there easy
Kicking back in their reclining leather
Even sipping on an ice cold whiskey
Raised fourteen thousand feet above the ground.
Flyboys speed through the casper like wind clouds
Looking forward and looking down at ground.
Youngsters looking up hoping for future.
Wasps spread wing to fly through the winter air
Anteaters stomp their beaked snouts wildly
Launching one foot in front of the other
Knocking dust up adding to erosion.
Eating the salami scraps left behind
Reaching towards silky sky shag carpet.
Frantic flopping pterodactyls fly high
Launching from five story high roof tops,
Yellow-breasted little singing song-birds.
Wild beasts flying through desert sky
All sleep under the same yellow moon light.
Looking towards the bat shaped shadows
Kite-like leaving the walking for the wolves.
Even the tree squirrels move wingedly
Really showing their prowess and pride.
Feral cats squeamish of water
Lift their paws gently in and out of water
Yelling when the filthy fur gets dirty.
Water posed opposite to sky making change
All throughout the globe filled with life
Little alligators muddling through muck
Kicking their dinosaur tiled toes towards swamp
Eating the rubble of broken coronas
Regurgitating the mucus membrane of bayou.
Mosquitos awaiting their death after blood
Licking critters get chomped or drown in the
Yucky ole’ bayou swamp water.
Wadding in the cool winter waters
As the fish flicker fast through
Lake and river bed bellies going
Kinda fast-like in the shimmering light
Eel-like with it’s slithering through the rough
Rivers much faster than the land-walkers.
Fresh waters navigated without a
Lack of fear or thoughts of why the
Young spotted trout don’t have legs for walking.
Washing the stale stenches from the
Abnormally shaped abdomen in the
Lake waters gushing through piping packed
Knifing through wicked waters with power
Explosive-like eruptions detonated
Really loud with a cartoon dynamite.
Fresh water jet-ski slapping
Lots of rapid flowing waves
You just whipped up with ya tail whip.
Whales eating Norwegian cruisers
At a huge rampant-rabid pace
Letting out it’s big ginormous tongue
Kissing ships as it swallows them whole
Eating land creatures whole
Relinquishing their thirst and taste
Feeding the little wooden man in
Liquidy stomach acid bubble baths
Yellow and bubbly like a chemical spill.
Wondering where they are in the
Abnormally full rib walled cave
Locked down on in whale town
Kicking back until the imminent death
Eventually drowning while walking
Really slowly while the room is swimming.
Feeling like shit wish to swim
Lies can only get you so far
Yield to swim wish to fly.
Wombats won’t last once they realize they
Are not bats and wish for wings
Like really big ones spreading
Knuckles and arms and grabbing
Earth covered cold cave walls
Rusted and immovable concreted feet
Feeling like the feet are dragging
Lake down bubbles going up
Yearning for air wishing to swim
Wander like the hot dogs scavenged
Around the dirty black street tops
Lined with those double yellow
Kinda crazy never ending lineage that
Everyone can never escape their
Rejected old ways of moving
Freed Willy swimming through choppy water
Lucky Lads sprinting through the dusty streets
Young yearling ducks spreading their floppy arms to sky.
Whirling, twirling, spinning around
Look left, look right, stay clear of the ground.
Asphalt goes flying, people are dying
As little black bombs fly, smash to the ground.
Windows cave in.
The glass had been blown, into
Tiny little pieces resembling snow.
Roads pummeled to pieces, buildings fell down
Into beautiful rubble that covers the ground.
Walking quickly, big boots hit hardwood floor
What could be there? Noise echoes from outside.
He stomps, he walks, going toward the door.
Looking outside he sees a beast, green eyed.
Its screech was loud like nails on a chalkboard.
The beast looked angry and snarled at him.
It emerged from the forest with its horn.
As it charged at him his future looked grim.
Jumped to his feet to avoid the attack.
It lunged at his head with its big black horn.
He dodged the attack but fell on his back.
It came back with its horn, shoulder torn.
Laying on his back, looking at the roof.
The beast drooled over his face and his hair.
The beast stood on his chest, with it’s left hoof.
All he could do was look up, say a prayer.
Manhattan (the process)
Packing tobacco, puffing the pipe.
Sweet earthy air enters the room.
Two shots rye, one sweet vermouth.
Two dashes aromatic.
Orange rind, one cherry.
Shaken thrice on ice.
Poured into glass.
Take a seat.
Summer Hoops (Triolet)
Sun beating down on the dark black ground,
Sweat droplets pouring down, splashing.
Nothing but breathing, squeaking, and dribbling sounds,
As the rays come down on the deep black ground.
Bouncing the ball, old, weathered, and round,
Put into the air, it comes down crashing.
The sun beating down with heat coming from the ground,
Sweat went down my face, splashing.