Once I realized how weird,
awkward in my own crust
Self-conscious, paranoidal
I become after I consumed
Crock potted cannabis oils
strangely I still want some
Poems
I'm surreally frustrated
surfing evolution's wall
still so badly developed
Our monkey hand grips
yanking banana's swell
side way's non-solution
Winner, winner rhyming dinner,
picked a poesy of pickled poems
huffed and puffed, blew a sonnet
ate an ode dog with rime upon it!
I like this one the most
that's our best rune yet
Heretofore I doth agree,
never better does it get!
My poem's on top
of this poem pile
Saluting for
a little while
But all poems drop
in this poem place
Recaptured as
a warm embrace
My poem's on top
of this poem club
Collecting dust
Ah, there's the rub!
'Tis oh so wicked how I'm feeling,
bones and joints en masse a lump
the pains subtle still rock my core
as I'm seeing an under the humps
'Tis a little unfortunate how I wait
for answers to undiagnosed riddle
wish 'pon a cell to meet half-ways
found an end is now in my middle
After we're gone, they'll ponder our thought
wonder where we found all wording we got
shake heads in agreement, feel written awe
concur that's mighty fine poetries they saw!
What a great way to let poems out
say how you feel, sonneting shout!
Tell all you see in writing a rhyme
release the odes, sestinas sublime!
Please put this on my headstone
Here lies the one and only
A twin who hardly loved and lost
Long gone but ever lonely
Please spread my middling ashes
Out beyond the swimming lines
A twin of fatless servitude
Worn out by father time
Please leave this on my tombstone
Who rests here none more mattered
A twin who found his nothingness
By soulless sword and scabbard
I'm blessed now I'm cursed
much better than I'm worst
Here most positively happy
there feeling kind of crappy
At moment my hopes fly up
full second buy me half cup
Cry like a frown went down
grin as a white-faced clown
Emoted in merriment's glad
relapsing on bottomless sad
Here, we've finally found our mark
Two twins talking, words to rhyme
A place as good and fine as any
A tale as old as beastie time
Now, we've spun full circle
Two twins talking, pen to poem
A life of sticks and stones aplenty
Along the trail that led us home
When I was by myself, a grown man on his own
I ached for one good lady, house to call me home
Trying bachelor freedom, I paid for tips massage
but alone my spirit went, rub-a-dubs feeling raw
