that skunk

 

Lord Jesus scatter me into the universe

I’ve been doin’ my chores…

and cleanin’ up whiskey stains

burn marks

and water rings,

which ain’t mine

…not a one.

But you see they’re on my headboard, Lord

The very bed, where I lay my head

So It’ll take some time

But I got no claims

can’t afford to believe

in any particular woman 

unless she’s willing 

to lay claim to me                                                                                                    

…and no one is claimin’ me,

so I guess we’re fine…before...

 

well hell, it’s just that it's MY bed…

they’re sweatin' and stenchin'

while I’m sleeping with 

the brutal stank 

of the skunk

they left 

behind.

 

 

 

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tumble

 

 

Dorwood expected the worst and boy did he not see it coming. His situation is…was…very tenuous, but the push...hardly a nudge... sends him into the chasm...a long way down, deep shaft with a variety of protrusions.... rocks, roots, and such rough stuff.... and it's walls, narrow tight, ripping and tearing at cloth and flesh, on his endless tumble, never reaching the ground, but shredded instead.

 

 

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Degraze

 

When I have a drink at night,

 

and just a splash at that

 

I prefer to refer to it as

“de-glazing 

an old pot, 

that's worth 

holding on to."

 

 

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Peaches

 

There was no fruit in the fruit bowl left 

except for a stone someone 

had sucked and chewed on, 

chipped, and abused 

then spit out

...front and center of said bowl,

  and they left

 leaving it otherwise empty…

‘Cept for that pit.

Such a crass, crude, and thoughtless act,

bearing no fruit whatsoever… 

the crime before the fall

pits and all.

 

 

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naked girl with pup

 

 

 

 

 

 

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DISTILL

 

A written distillery

Spilling verbage

& well-aged adages…

in small doses

 drip, drip, drip,

through crystalline tubing

drip, drip…

captured by petite cordial vessels.

…drip

Then they are aged for ages

which ages the most steadfast soul.

 As it’s a weighty wait…

but in due time,

It is time.

Turn that tiny spigot

,,,careful now

just a shot will do

but a spill …???

Will do you in.

 

Whoa is you.

                 

 

                 

 V

crash

 

 

Just another band that lost its voice. Blunted by the repetition and intrusive recognition, stunted by the exposure, over and over, it was the backlash that lasted, and led to their crash.

 

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