Poems

I pleasantly surprised Mitch today,

as I've always been mentally weaker

and we had another disagreement, 

a little dip into the stinging, salty sea 

of missed understanding, yes fell we 

surely did upon the tar pits of sinking 

patience and aggravating, stinking old 

habits, but a lifeline vine of emotionally 

fine love, forgiveness, total acceptance

saved us from another painful parting

and we pulled ourselves from that mess.

This nice moment Mitch waited years for

and surprise, surprise, surprise, he has it!

You tit, me tat

Switcheroo

Hard hat

Me tit, you tat

About-face

Combat

We tit, all tat

Doubleback

True dat

If I die first, this jock-jocks on you,

if you go before, jock-jock already.

It doesn't even matter what dice you toss,

it's jock-jock for you, jock-jock you lost!

Say there ain't no Jesus here to help you

ye stupid ignorant white pieces of trash

that thought in your head's not even real

just a dumb relic from the fairy tale past

The lie spread as a wildfire out of control

ensnaring aboriginal naivete by its throat

you converted all to your pale loving Jesus

as they came off in chains from your boat

No mas now insane ones, time only for facts

the status quos of your fake gods are through

pull heads out of sand, look into a microscope

embrace pure science as the one gospel truth

Hush now, and await the trice

Biding at the curtain call 

Toss the devil-may-care dice

One last time before you fall

Hush now, and shake off the fear

Rising in the pale whist light

Lamp the tableaus now so dear

At the gate of your good night

Hush now, and embrace the dark

Calling from the nearing shore

Couch in peace upon the hark

Of dead air forever more

A poem a day keeps the doctor away

so this my new challenge I'll accept,

not a thing to do better for me anyway

and I fully wager I'll accomplish my bet

I can't say some poems won't be rubbish

of course, as quantity often kills quality

yet I can guarantee some should amuse

because there's literary greatness in me!

My identical twin Mitchell, bless his heart, is an old soul too

I like it when he writes or says words that give me a feeling

any emotion will do, my only requirement is that it's genuine

sometimes he serves up humor, which I adore, but many days

he hits the human condition on the head, and I experience awe

at all times though, whenever he shares these fine gifts with me 

I sense an overwhelming awareness of how much I love the man.

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!"