feets, are the foundation
of our uprightedness,
knees, are for the leanings
in advance of our fall.
hips, are for the twisting-
and swivelling of it all.
necks, keep our head up
in back stroke, or the crawl.


Obi.

Croak with the raven
bluff with the crow
the urchin
the field mouse
beneath the hedgerow

Yelp with the *****
howl with the hound
and bay at the moon
till the sun comes around.

In that moment, of slender breath,
death grants purchase
to relinquished dreams,
and whimseys t
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                                                  - free.

.

Oh, for the snap shut skin
in the blue twang of youth-

I wish them well in their stretchy hell………….. ******* !!!

Feathered, daft,
leaning sweet.
compliant, reliant,
we, complete

Somewhere, there
is a fat man dancing,
and behind his rusty grin
lies a man thats lithe and thin.

"Reply from God"

Sometimes silence is violent,
unspoken words beating
you about the ears
and paranoia going about his business

First, we fashioned
our gods of stone,
and then from
a sacred wood,

We even tried
out flesh and bone
but it wasn't
- quite as good,

we lauded him as
the "SON OF BOSS"
then promptly nailed
him - to the cross, !!

the next shall be
of ones and zeroes
pay per view
and pixelated -

a Super Hero.

Gimbal eyed and shrugged -
at rooks caw and ravens croaked
shriven threaded dawn.

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Syllabically
­Oversimplification
Abomination

Aching bones n bladder stones
are signs of gettin old,
missing teeth n droopin beef
two more,, or so i'm told.

Hairy backs n saggy sacks
are afflictions of old men,
havin rants n ****** pants-
happen now n then !

when the gut is sagging more n more
and it's dragging on the floor,
when ******* are banging on the knees
and armpits smell like cheese,

when teeth they sleep within a glass
upon the bedside table,
and as for giving girls a thrill
you find you're quite unable,

But don't think that I’m unhappy
after everything I said,
e'en though I wear a grown up *****
and soon be ****** dead.

Let me be your drowning man,
then you could be my saviour,
when you are all that is, and all I am,
for your love, I am but a slave for.

I wanna scoop your marrow
wanna peel your teeth,
Wanna feel you laying
bare beneath.

I wanna savour your sweet
****-u-lant meat,
I wanna fillet your soul

make the - We,

complete.

Obi.

Look, its poached, or fukin fried.

Its either, or,
there ain't no more,
tertiary options, out de door.

leaf litter rustle
urcheon beneath the hedge row
mother and hoglets

I could wax on the wings of a butterfly
but, I aint that kinda o' guy.
rather kick the nuts off ******* squirrels
pull the wings off blue arsed fly.

I'm the stuff that flops off dog chops
when he's up fer it and high,
I'm a metaphor to drink s'more
I'm the toe nail in the pie.

thought I filed her
in the drawer,
third one down
I thought,
in amongst the
clutter of things
I should have ought,

her name is lost
to reason,
many seasons
past and gone

though her face-
her face is
emblazoned on
this evening setting sun.

******. Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson!!!

Yer've spilt yer seed
yer've spent it
as did Onan
on a barren land
and no flower grew
where you shot through
off a ninety nine change hand!!

obi.
(There ought be a winky emoji thingy following
but alas,,,,, I'm lacking the wherewithal whatnot.)
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Elon's musk...

I'm a conceptual millionaire,
my unpaid gas bill means **** all to me,
tomorrow, I'm a gonna buy me
a mind coat lined with thick meta fur
ignoring them chilblains that
just -- isn't there!


Obi

In our snap shut skin,
in our blue twang of youth,

When we bound young wolves
in a palette of grey,

When we shackled
a snowflake in white.

When we manacled the sun
unto the day,

And, we tethered the moon- -
to the night.




(****, I have absolutely no-idea how to reply to anyone, Sorry! )

There once was a theist, I hear,
whom thought he'd bend Gods leftist ear,
now feeling contrite
Gods deaf to the right.
the atheists thought that - quite queer.

"-Boing !!!!-"


Afore you up and shuffle
out the door
for god to tally up
yer score,

may I make jus'
one suggestion-
that you ask of him
this question.

Why was Zebedee
so rude
and what became of -
Ermintrude??

Lumbago ought be a flower,
but it ain't.

Goldfish could have shoulders,
but they don't.

Death should have meaning
and my windows need cleaning
by the missus -

but I know- she just -- won't.

didn't know him very well,
didn't even know he'd gone,
though, what I know is that he was,
The idiot, in an idiotocracy.

'er pons and medulla oblongata
makes Annie the ****** a bit smarter
than the average gal, joe pete or al
and her mystery is - pro rata.

I
the he
that is me
when the we
just could not be
finally, sees this truth.

SS.