It came upon me in silence,
covering the ground and frosting every earthly lip.
Its mystic flurry attacking
the air and space I kept.
With each striking of the clock
the blanket canvass did grow
seeping history into the landscape
using Its flying ghosts of snow.

Another fish in the sea
feeling as lucky as can be.

Another zebra in the herd
prancing up higher than a bird.

Another wolf in the pack
rolling happily on its back.

Another flower in the field
blooming  to be revealed.

Another star in the sky
shining bright upon the eye.

Another man on the Earth
searching for what he's worth.

Three pigs sat in a tree
wondering which was best
gorging down a meal
as quickly as can be

A toad looked up
and was afraid.
After a frightened 'ribbut'
it jumped away.

The first pig ate all the leaves
and bark and bugs too,
it ate everything, leaving
just the second pig's hair-do

The sound of the pig's gluttony
echoed throughout the forest
and all the small critters
ran away to buy insurance.

The second pig did not fret
in fact all he ate was a
twelve-year-old baguette

That's when the old bear
could smell his next meal
he romped around looking for bacon
but exerted himself too much
for he keeled over;
for real.

The third pig starved
and fell out of the tree
it landed on its back next to ants
smoking ****.
The pig was saved
for it had a feast.

That's the story of three pigs in a tree.

I'm probably too drunk to write
so I won't sit and fight
nothing happened today
that would give me something
to write anyway.
My girlfriend loves me
and I have that to look forward to
and when I wake up tomorrow
I'll go to her sister's game
and cheer from the bleachers
like some maniac
scaring away pain
But what is the pain?
Was it trauma from childhood?
Was I born with it?
Whiskey stopped the thinking
let the drinking take its course
and mend my heart
full of discourse.

The first word, amazing
The second, conquer
Look to the mountains
Where the Blue Jay wanders
In the sky where clouds abide
Floating fountains flow far and wide
At the horizon and in the sun
I can see the shadow of my woman
Turn and give me one last kiss
The third word, goodbye
The final is, missed.

The ripples in the pond,
formed by water bombs,
shimmer brightly under the street lights.

Sometimes green,
Sometimes red,
Sometimes white,
And sometimes,
                            like you.

The purple spider
sits on my thumb
and hums
"Dum-de-dum-dum-dum,
bring out that ***
til I see that sun."
There he sat right on my thumb
for the rest of the night
humming away
with nothing else to say.

Witches are eating the toes of a troll with a spoon,
boiling blood in a cauldron, and chanting
mischievous lyrics in the silver moon.

Feel their devilish ways cursing life,
casting ugly spells and cackling at
tormented suffrage and strife.

Watch in horror while witches dance,
stripping away sanity by carrying off
hope with no redeeming chance.

**** this nightmare caused by witches,
hypnotizing minds by changing their
appearances.

Hunting desperate men for affection,
seducing the weak to coerce their
love like a **** infection.

Ye old rickety shack
weathered by time
holding onto memories
of heavy snowfalls and blistering heat
What was life like before the cracks?

Ye old rickety shack
letting moonlight seep through you
revealing a flicker of life
in the night
Is there something more within you?

Ye old rickety shack
barely standing in the field
tossed aside
by the hands that created you
Did rejection hurt?

Ye old rickety shack
haven't moved in twenty years
a carcass stripped down to it's skeleton
to leave an ugly shell.
Did it hurt to die?

Ye old rickety shack
did it hurt?

Ye old rickety shack
did it?

Ye old rickety shack