Butt

I know it’s a trivial nit
but I like when my pants really fit
for I don’t feel composed
when my ass is exposed
and my cracks aren’t the kind showing wit.

Hallmark

You made it through hell
soon I will too
why bother to dwell
on what we went through
although every cell
is bursting with rue
I shower you with utmost praise
and thanks for your supportive ways.

I’ll see you again
I know that it’s true
I’m not sure just when
but boy when I do
I’ll forfeit this pen
and grab hold of you
with all the strength that I can raise
the first of many such displays.

Cheap Whine

If remembered at all will it be for a line
for the depth of design
or for being the tartest grape
that ever dangled on the vine?

Rethink

“You think too much”
I’ve oft been told
“You’re wasting precious time!”
“You think too much!”
The blind would scold
as though it were a crime.

“You think too much”
I’d often hear
when searching for that word
“You talk too much.”
I’d crisply sneer
although they never heard.

And in the end
when I look back
at all the things I wrought
will I defend
the glaring lack
as much less than I thought?

Yield

The clay from which spring stems
is an earthy kind of soil
that nourishes the vibrant gems
whose heady scents we prize
enough to trade some toil
ensuring they will rise

but even if all gardens fail
to garner any blooms
that growing urge won’t quite curtail
the seasonal ascent
which ultimately looms
for those whose time is spent.

Immersion

The emerald expanse
was eager to dance
as the wind whipped around every blade,
provocative verve
compelled me to swerve
distracted when each figure swayed;
it seemed to behave
just like a wave
that laps back and forth at the shore
so I flipped up my frown
and decided to drown
in springtime’s spontaneous spoor.

Part

We fleshy machines
with limited means
are used till we start
to cost too many beans

and then we’re replaced
our numbers erased,
just tossed on a cart
consigned to the waste—

whatever’s begun
will never be done
unless there’s a heart
to make it all run.

Descent

When tulips stretch
to kiss the sky
even a wretch
as low as I
can bask in the redemption drawing nigh

a fertile time
to try and sow
before the rime
encrusted snow
will force all fleeting structures to forego

the budding plots
that garnered gains—
they took their shots
but soon the reins
are handed to those that raze the remains.

Dominance

Disciples of Darwin deny a God
while bangers belabor the path He trod
but what adaptation can we embrace
to purge the greed that stunts our race?

Defect

The giant grew weary (as larger types will)
it’s tiresome lugging so much up the hill
he found a new clucker (as meek as could be)
to mother the litter so he could be free
but she picked the foulest (as far as fowl go)
of harpies to keep her command in the know
and now all the beasties (as if they should care)
are planning to find a new kingdom somewhere.

Downfall

The gooey amber curling strip
that hangs above my head
is filled with flies that used to zip
but now just lay there dead
and though I often gauge my grip
I’ve confidently said
that all our lives are just a blip
so why adhere to dread.

Unpalatable

Why bother today
there’s nothing to say
that anyone wants to hear anyway,
I’m tired and broke
my life is a joke
as stale as these verses I ever invoke
for no one has time
to reason or rhyme
they simply spew drivel and call it sublime
this culture of haste
of copy and paste
succumbs to the flavor, forsaking all taste.

Irrelevant

At least it passed without much fuss
as if there should be any
I had my loving family plus
some friends (though not too many)

we gobbled cake and frozen stuff
(the standard celebration)
my mumbled thanks were rather gruff
and onward went creation.

Squirrely

I can’t believe I go through this
just to get my nuts
I’d rather be a bum whose bliss
is scoring half-smoked butts
than pray I never feel the kiss
of shock absorbing struts.

Condition

His pleasant murmurs couldn’t erase
the amount of chagrin upon his face,
my litany of current ills
induced a bout of drastic chills
for all there was to aid my case
were stronger pain relieving pills.

Why are we made from hapless clay
condemned to face that fateful day
when faculties begin to fail
and even simple joys turn stale
regardless if we curse or pray
or curl up in a ball and wail?

“There’s nothing more that I can try
but pressure may be lessened by
an injection in the proper spot.”
I smiled and said “Let’s take a shot.”
we snickered so we wouldn’t cry
and leaving I said, “Thanks a lot.”