So there I go, Off to the woods, on a sunny day in the snow. It’s the last day of squirrel season. Dad was supposed to go, We have a competition every year, to see which one will shoot the most. Last year I won. This year he’s one ahead. I’d like to shoot five,…
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Hello, Autumn
Hello, Autumn. Coming in on a wet breeze, Drenching your promise to the bones. Darkness now reigns in temporary glory, Waiting in dilapidated hovels for the horrors to unfold, a blanket of snow surpasses tortured souls in the algorithm. Life-suckers on the prowl with baited hooks lingering over weakened stock, the darkness has come. But,…
Cranial Poo Prayer
Rain pattered on the broken ceiling drawing Autumn forth like a tidal wave. Dirty dishes shine in the glory of the morning as a mountain rises on the bedroom floor. I have the time, but waste it I do. Eyes flick and flutter through exhausted ripples of something better off in the distance, but I’m…
Moon
Mystic skys swirling overhead. Weaved with the strain of duty. She beckons with her head. I collapse to her raw beauty. She lifts me from the material dead. I awaken gradually. No longer bound to the dread. Fulfilled now with the desire for purity.
The Slug
I suckle on nylon tents, titanium pots, and mesh-covered shoes. Once in awhile I get licked by strange objects, this isn’t old news. I was used to being flicked away in revulsion and pesticidal turmoil, on my way to catching the noose. But, I remain the same when the moisture is right and darkness consumes….
Small Town Hoot-Hoot
I hear an owl hoot outside my ramshackle tin can, Frosty March air dulled the night melodies, Remembrances sway in the night breeze with the rhythm of the trees, Moments slip through the cracks, A monotonous clang of metal fills the silent woodland scene, I began to recoil in horrific convulsions, Transforming into a twisted…
Fluctuations
The cold went as quick as it came. The early bird becomes the worm, So they claim. Tonight I look at stars, Instead of fireballs of burning scars. Bitterness brutalized me, and I ate the forbidden fruit, And out came a toot, what a Hoot. Now I sway in Mother’s breath, Back down the road…
Cycles & Bowman Lake Trips
Squandered time has eclipsed wasted dreams floating in the motions, Days mix and mingle waiting for the subsequent streams lacking emotions, Fresh coffee every half hour steams in retreat from the commotions, Reality screams through the seams as I accept my demotion, But, as it would seem we still have Bowman.
Morning
I hear him in his bed, A sudden Whack fills the stillness, I think he bumped his head, A laughter came after, I hope he didn’t chip the plaster.
Slug Words 