Sometimes I puzzle over what I meant to mean…


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I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: I don’t even know.

Mixed Detail

Painted on with layers of grease
caked on feathers
rotted on geese
writhing body on oven blaze
eyes agape
shouting ‘please help me’
screaming in comes turkey
save the bird
you wish to eat

If you can find my train of thought, could you tell it to get back on the tracks and head east? Thanks. Have a great day.

Nothing is so hard…


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Nothing is ever so hard that it cannot be survived.


Angry girl
just sit and red
hatred face
steeped in it
screaming thoughts in solid head
angry rant goes on within

languishing in sickened salt
mood shifting toward end of docks
walks toward the sordid moor
just can’t take more

sitting there
on end of line
staring in
tears shudder and sigh
but cannot do what thought to try
about faces
decides on life.

Endure. And, in so doing, may you have more days that are better than what you have now. Have a great day.

This is probably why they called him…


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I hate vermin… I don’t believe myself to be unique in that way. Many people hate vermin, maybe some would let them stay, but this isn’t about them. It’s about those who would shout if all of a sudden, rats just came pouring out.

Needing The Piper

Scrabbling on solid walls
little rodents with rabid jaws
hungry things that chew right through
they seek a meal
to chew on you

they’re closer
one stone at a time
brick by brick
they cut toward life

hunger drives them
and instinct tries
until they break through
right into your life

inside, now
a pitter and pat
they chitter and chat
as searching this way and that

but you heard them
you saw them
you fled and you fetched
you got all the knives
yes, traps have been set

so, come then vermin
break into my house
you can try to find me
but knives
will cut you down

And so they hired him… and well, they didn’t really pay, did they? Well, at least they got a lot of house space back… Advice? Next time, citizens, pay your bills. Maybe then you’ll have a great day.

I’m out of here.


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To escape something, there are many means. But, in some cases, there is only one way to escape. With your feet across any surface that will support you in your attempt.

Flight to Away

A tortured did run
all fleeing to live on
feet ramble on
like sentences
scramble on

he can’t pause to prattle
just maintains the waddle
as he seizes a paddle
across a river he skedaddles

and now that he is free
out with the us and the we
he can frolic and play
as, finally, he’s gotten away

Welcome, Sir. Have a great day.

There will always be more.


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During the Zombie Apocalypse, many wonder how there got to be so many. Well, it’s very simple… when a zombie loves another zombie very much… wait, no, it doesn’t work that way. It’s a little closer to this:


Dripping dots of off colored blood
the dead’s blood thickens and blackens up
they stagger along because they can’t walk
moan and groan because they can’t talk
reach for you because they know no friend
claw at you because they should be eating
bite at you to fill their face
chewing and slobbering
you, wasting away

but they aren’t done
and neither are you
you get up
dust yourself off
now you’re one, too

Well, I guess there are worse things that could happen. What’s worse than being a zombie? You’ll see. For now, have a great day.

I seek to provide no cause for revenge.


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I hold no grudge and hate no one. I release anger in my words, where I mold it such that my hatred does not harm. I am peaceful, caring and giving. I seek to make things better. But I am not perfect. So when I do fail at my objective, do not hold it against me for I would not hold it against you. But, if you were to… if you were to hold it against me, know that if you are not spot on perfect, I will survive.

This Best Plan of Yours

You kissed a whisper with your finger tip
let the sentiment bloom and then slowly drip
tore the petals from the flower
exercising gifted power

the eyes in your head glower
fuming as you retaliate
the secret plan that you made
off without a hitch
isn’t that great?
again, let me state
it was a mistake
you horrid

But it’s okay
because you didn’t kill me
so I get my turn
my chance to burn
to make your scorn
turn to mourning
while it begins dawning on you
what exactly you’d do
to get even

life doesn’t work that way
I will reiterate
It just doesn’t work that way.

So many words to say ‘try again, if you dare.’ But I hold no grudge. So, to everyone, have a great day.

Sorry, I’ll take the car


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Phobias run the gambit from ‘is that even possible?’ to ‘Oh, thank goodness I don’t have that.’ Believe me, it is possible. All of it.

Ambulophobia – Fear of walking

On my feet, I will not tread
I am afraid, I will admit
I cannot, will not, ever do
the stepping motion
walking, to you

because of this solemn decree
I drive everywhere
even crossing the street

I am sorry if this is your phobia. But, I do hope you have a great day.

There is still some inner business left.


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Running this way and that. Going here and there. There is always something to do on this planet of ours. But what about when it all changes and bodies come back here, opening their eyes and staring at the inside of a coffin? Will they remember that they are busy?

Graves’ Purpose

A grave is a bed
a place to rest your head
your limbs feel like lead
and you can’t move your head
but you still want to move
you have things left to do

but it’s time to sleep for you
and there’s nothing you can do

I couldn’t handle that. I might give the coffin a rap. Tear loose the slats until I could get back to the surface. But that’s me… have a great day.

Someone going to help him down?


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During the Zombie Apocalypse, you can’t be too sure about dead things. Still, we do have a certain obligation to remain human or there really are only zombies left.

Grave Need

a corpse in the wind
stripped of its skin
slowly turning
the wind pushing by spins
the body slowly around
hands dangling down
trying to pull it down

the corpse just wants to rest
it isn’t formally dressed
not out in its best
just stopped for a rest

we see how well that went

Someone should give him a hand, even if you have to make sure he’s dead first. Stay cautious… and have a great day.

They have to put in some effort.


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Zombies! Here, there, everywhere. Zombies in your cupboard, Zombies in your house, Zombies in your bathroom making out a loan. Maybe you should do something about that… though, I’ve heard money isn’t as useful in the Zombie Apocalypse. Still, we do have needs–but so do they…


Body stands
body walks
stagger on feet
clawing along
reaching and straining
for something to eat
hungry body searches
as living life retreats

Hungry Zombies, nothing really new there. Have a great day–and hope he’s a vegetarian.


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