And Now for Something Completely Different

***These song lyrics popped in my head while driving to band practice. I don't have a chorus or a title yet but just thought I'd post them to break up all this iambic BS I tend to reiterate. Enjoy!***

I was stuck behind a General Lee wannabe
Going slower than a tortoise with a banged-up knee
With all six cylinders fired up and ready to go
I found myself wishin’ he would pull aside
So I could rev it up and enjoy my ride
And let the lonesome highway take away my woe

When at last I spotted that dotted line
I punched the RPMs up to nine
And smoked that sucker like he was standin’ still
I was so busy haulin’ ass
I didn’t see the trooper watch me pass
With a radar gun and a gleam upon his grille

Well I was burning up the road
So bad I made his toy explode
Which prompted him to rapidly give chase
I shoulda pulled over and just been done
But all the excitement was kinda fun
So I figured I’d give that cop one helluva race

Reckoning

An ebon tempest swirls across the sky
negating the serenity of dawn
along with any clever thoughts that I
may someday change my status as a pawn
and hinting that Apocalypse draws nigh
like hoarfrost creeping slowly on the lawn,
for scavengers are certain to appear
when chaos conquers all that we hold dear.

But when the sun ascends the crows abate
and roost beside that river to the west,
I labor for the nonce and calmly wait
until the day that I can truly rest,
oblivious to concepts such as fate—
a jester cannot change that he must jest
nor alter when that distant glowing ball
(like everything we know) at last will fall.

Pearls

Words can be kinetic
laconic or frenetic
and those you should have listened to
so painfully prophetic.

Poised

Each day as dusk descends
a motley murder wends
its way across the sky from west to east,
with eager ebon wings
these crassly cawing things
look greedily for scraps on which to feast;

we scurry through the rain
ignoring constant pain
unsettled by the hungry heckling call,
I’ve had my share of grief
don’t need to see a leaf
to know we’re at the apex of the fall.

Oddity

I’m a curious kind of guy
I love the question – Why?
investigating mysteries
can get me kind of high.

I’m a curious kind of guy
too stubborn to comply
with any other theories
on kind of getting by.

At times I’m kind of shy
and others in your eye
awash in inconsistencies
I’m a curious kind of guy.

Inevitability

Diluted resolve
begins to dissolve
deluged on this rock
condemned to revolve

until an event
of epic extent
delivers a shock
we cannot prevent.