A Banana Hammock Limerick: There once was a man they called Hulky-- Whose strict discipline made him quite bulky ---He was never one to indulge ---So much as a yank of his bulge And that's why he was always so sulky.
So the writing hasn't been going well. It's just so hard to concentrate these days. At least I have finally started to catch up on my reading, so that's been nice. Anyway, the poems I've been coming up with lately have all been--how shall I put this? Flaccid. Yeah, that's the word I want to … Continue reading Playing With Prompts
Secured, restrained, held close and locked, the windows opened wide— The door was ajar, flashed the light, trapped the fire while it burned inside. … It burned inside. … Blink. … Blink. … Smoke choked slipping down the walls, bled up the corners dripped on the fingertips Teeth split, broken whole, pulled back blackened flesh, … Continue reading Blink, Blink, Kiss, Kiss, Burn, Burn, Hush, Hush
I fear this poem is in poor taste, or worse that it’s a complete and total waste both of time, and of rhyme. I don’t want to say it but I’m not gonna lie. The truth of it is, the reason why I wrote this poem was just to fill space. It began without meaning. … Continue reading Witless Wednesday Presents: A Poem, A Lot Like Life