Poems

If I'm the cow and you're the butcher trimming away my fat,

can you at times rejoin the herd and add some muscle back?

I'm worried and quite anxious here releasing this trite flack,

but my words were lightly gutted, and my style received a hack!

No one will ever chase this blog

Or read its dusty pile of words

The only road to timelessness

Is paved with decomposing turds

For even mother earth will croak

Upon her dwarf star's crowning blast

All bottom lines then blotted out

In final flares of blazing gas

Of the dead twins in the picture, which one's me?

I think the one on the right, he's handsomer you see.

But the twin on the left, shows more character and wit

and most definitely left the right one sucking on hind tit!

The blog is getting beefy

our efforts begin to show

still plenty more to do yet

must fill it with rigmarole.

I do hope we get some readers

who appreciate what we've made

then perhaps we'll be remembered

before going to twin troweler graves.

And then, just when 

things were getting 

awesome and cool again,

one of them dropped dead.

And once more life said,

"I win silly little humans,

yes, you know it's true. 

I'm the ironic, iconic one!"

A coffee tongue burn's real, a gecko's chirp, an ocean buoy swim

as is a pawn's checkmate, upon a sad King whose last move is dim

Comic books are fake, also egos inflated with "I have more worth!"

so is the Jesus myth, by claiming a dead man once walked this Earth

11:11, my moment of birth, and you're already a two minute handful

when Earth's ether's quietly greeted, two brand new crowning's of thankful

you went before, easing the way, and for this I'll stay eternally grateful

but if you were to die two minutes ahead, man that'd be perfectly fateful

It matters not how far we fall

Nor how much time we've left to tread

What matters is to give our all

Untill the day we're left for dead!

I want to get to where I'm going but I don't know how to get there

I need to think of something big but I can't escape my blank stare

I'm feeling dizzy and unstable like a hungry, old, diseased bear

I'm whining about the state of things but really know it's all fair

That dude in Silver Lining's Playbook is obsessed a lot with his hair

He says he loves her, she whispers "okay", then climbs up onto his chair

No living thing on Atomic green Earth

regardless of delusional human minds

staging legendary, death defying feats,

can start back up again after ending.

Love is all that matters, though you laugh at me as thee

yes you think that I am crazy, oh you do but you shall see

love and forgiveness, love and forgiveness are the major minor keys

humming softly from the east now, invisible as summer breeze

Oh, have you heard the latest news?

That nutty old dude the Marshal's dead,

and ne're again do we ever have to hear

what's rattlin' around in his crazy head.

Oh, well he did write a few of 'em down

his kindly, supportive, only sister said.

Perhaps now with his untimely passing,

in memoriam he'll become widely read?