Expedite

Failure can thwart
Even the strong
Time is short
Don’t take long.

Fast Eddy

They called him Fast Eddy
Because he was so quick
His opponent had no time
To chalk up a stick

He'd hammer the break
And then make a run
Then grunt, “Rack ‘em up.”
When he was all done.

Slugger

If you may
Then you might
So you say?
Well, not quite.
Every day
Worth the fight!

Never Enough

The days go so fast
That several have passed
Since I last posted again
Good thing this blog
Allows me to log
On when I choose from my pen
I'm lagging a bit
But I’ll never quit
Despite knowing how to say when.

Demurrage

The clamor of an early train
Clatters in my waking brain
Then magic mingles with mundane

I see a mighty armored beast
That lopes along from west to east
(my dogs aren’t bothered in the least)

It’s quickly gone, ignoring me
(another derailed fantasy)
The fee for whimsicality.

Da Feet

Were the mop tops
Just more psy-ops?
I don’t really know
But hearing them my toe
Taps and never stops—
Well played my foe.

Money's Worth

The haughty think piles of money
Will make everything just fine
But when you give milkers the honey
They thirst for blood like wine

If only we all could acknowledge
That handouts are simply a lie—
Is that the big lesson in college
To patronize people you buy?

Mostly

How many of me
Could there be?
Well theoretically
More than three
And hopefully
The majority
Will only be
The best of me.

Reminiscent

Remember wandering streets at night
Loopy from hormones and lust
And wondering if you were bound for delight
Or just another bust?

Or standing there atop a hill
That overlooked your town
In search of one amazing thrill
Before it dragged you down

Can you even recall the way you felt
When you weren’t forced to bear
The disappointments you were dealt?
Just leave it all back there!

Surfaced

Sorry but I went away
There wasn’t all that much to say
But now I’m back, so lucky you
Some more nonsense for skimming through.

401k or *@#k

Give a shit, you’re killed.
Don’t? You’re black-pilled
Sometimes it’s suicide to show them you are skilled

Excellence is banned
Creativity gets canned
Those latter years don’t seem to be as cushy as you planned.

Lament

He walked through the nicotine haze
Of she who could never quite cope
His eyes had the permanent glaze
Of one barely maintaining hope

Approaching the gateway he paused
Reluctant to enter the den
Where venomous vitriol caused
A partially poisonous pen

Domestic defaults are a curse
When music keeps calling the tune
Of course things could always be worse
A song they might sing very soon.

Blown Over

I can feel the encroachment of sin
As dark as the clouds rolling in
Attempting to block out the light
Reducing the depth of my sight
But I shake my head and just grin
Determined to only do right.

Spoiling

The apple tree didn’t bloom this year
Perhaps the problem is rooted in fear
Of being ravaged once again
By those incapable of saying when

Creating dependents behooves the state
They go along with any mandate
But once they feel they deserve more
The rottenness goes right down to the core.

Prepping

So you say you want to learn
How to multitask?
Become a cook and you’ll discern
How much of yourself you can ask.

Arterial

Best skip Vampire Town
Before the sun goes down
Or you’ll be drained of every single drop

And you know inside it’s true,
There’s nothing you can do
Unless you run and run and never stop.

Back Talk

I have to work my way up to erect
But it’s not what the lewd might expect
And you just may have a hunch
If, like me, you’ve worked an awful bunch.

Pirated

As your digital self is entangled
With the quantum mechanics of why
You reach for the fruit that is dangled
Although it’s a virtual lie

The code you rely on? Corrupted
By viral invaders who seek
A signal, that once interrupted
Shall scramble the will of the weak.

Lop Sided

Were justice yours to mete
Would your arm complete
The fatal arc?
Did it just get that dark?
The downside of defeat—
It’s bound to leave a mark.

Etherium

I thought of Mom a lot today
The only thing that I can say:
I hope you are at peace somewhere
In the aether, no despair.

Minutum Cerebrum

Those with stunted frontal lobes appear
To think that we should make our farmers steer
Away from growing substances required
To help ensure we don’t wind up expired
And if you feel such actions aren’t insane
You may have a similarly affected brain.

Short Order

An hour can make you regret
A lifetime that you let
Opportunities go

When you’re drenched in sweat
But there are tickets yet
Then you’ll know

Refuse the urge to fret
No future is set
Change can quickly show.

Fluency

I answer the birds when they sing
They anxiously tweet back their part
I don’t know what’s said, but here’s the thing:
Melody speaks to the heart.

🤡 🌍

The more polished the turd
The more that I cringe
Plasticity preferred
By bleaters that binge
On fakeness. Absurd?
Oh, more than a tinge.

Have a Nice Day

Seeing through the lies
Is not that great
You don't feel all that wise
Just more irate

And if you actually try
To sit and share
They look you in the eye
With that odd stare

You’re better off to grab
Your tongue and squeeze
Or simply stick with drab
Preprogrammed pleasantries.

Anna Graham

Anna Graham
Took the tram
To the mart
Filled her cart

Paid her tab
Had to bat
Her eyes to nab
A checkered cab.

Waive

He saw the flag that was waving him in
Not the red ones, and now chagrin
Has left him stuck, without an oar
So he learned to curse in semaphore.

Effect

The sun came up, I felt a twinge
Of awe as gold began to fringe
The clouds that framed an endless sky,
Another day, another try.

It seems that spring is finally here
It’s best when may turns crystal clear,
This vista that commands my view
Inspires me to follow through.

Craftsmanship

To make some food that isn’t lame
You have to tame
The fearsome flame

To vinify a vintage wine
The sun must shine
Upon your vine

To write a soul arousing song
Invite the throng
To sing along

To find the least repressive place
Address the race
With love and grace.

Artistry

The butterflies and bumblebees
Are bouncing on the breeze
As blossoms bop their little heads
And twirl around with ease

This choreographer knows His craft,
A perfect scene in every shaft
Of light where every dancer treads,
A sweet ballet with each new draft.

Father Knows Best

The human heart despite its strength
Is easily misled
And though I could go on at length
I’ll tell you this instead:
Give love to God the Father first
And his holy Son
Then, when evil does its worst
The fight's already won.