after slicing through
a few white layers of
the anthropological egg,
an erudite chef
observed a ***** in the fetal position

he was well-preserved,
a black olive in a pickle jar,
preceding the beginning of recorded time,
and the boreal age

the bells were all flat then;
curves came later

he held a golden key in his hand
and a crumpled scroll,
a map of sorts
in a series of 1 and 0
connected by dots

the chef took the key,
deciphered the scroll,
put the ***** in chains,
and stole his gold

then he prepared
a delectable feast for the world....

history!

~ P
(#Miseducation)

When time, my treasured friend,
and folly knew no end,
then laughter pure did flow,
raucous echoes from the soul.

Woe whistled with the wind,
claws never sinking in.

Sin hovered in the dark,
waging battles for the heart.

Sparks of lust and love did fly,
flashing doves white through the sky.

Fledgling wings of feathered lies
swept us both to frenzied highs.

Cries of passion!

Miles of joy!

Ran by every girl and boy,
left us grasping breathless air
pillows scattered here to dare
a pair who knew such bliss
as this
would end with letters
torn to bits
and hiss like serpents
seeking blood.

Splattered dreams...

Broken chime...

O, how the heart corrodes through time!

Once my very treasured friend,
now a folly come to end.

~ P
(#CorrodedTreasure)

did the common fish
bear witness to your dive
from cliff conformity
through that raging hole
in the sea
carved by uncertainty
and fear?

did the strident lark
hear your resolve
ringing with resonant refrain
from the ivory sill
up yonder?

did the hapless beggar
see her tears
in your eyes
dripping with empathy
at her demise?

did the orphaned child
smile with glee
unbridled
when the toy
he so craved
arrived suddenly on a star
piloted by you?

did you leave
a blissful byte or two
in the memory
of another?

lift a soul
in plight
like a buoyant kite,
with a gust of kindness?

or were you so consumed
chasin' hell
that you missed
the heaven
in earth's purest pleasures....

~ P
(#ChasinHell)
1/27/2015

the tyrant sneezed
and his stooges
caught the minionic plague

~ P
1/26/2015

the task awaits
its martyr
lost in the toothless cavity
of those who rant and rave
then take a mountain of words
to their graves...

here lies a man of brave tongue
who wielded nouns
and verbs
like shaka's golden assegai
hurled at the sun...

there lies a woman
whose meter and rhyme
ricochets off pakoraima's peak
filling the amazon with song
as the waracabra sleep
unfazed,
dreaming of blood....

the savage beast's
only fear
is the certainty
and imminence of death...

save your breath
for the hunt
dear comrade,
and your lyrical fury
for the ****

~ P
(#DearComrade)
1/25/2015

between
the bang......and.....crunch
everything matters
including
nothing
...............
for no-thing
is some-thing
and every-thing
is no-thing
without
some-thing

~ P
(#theoryofappliednothingness)
1/16/2015

she gave me 5 stars
cause the BIG dipper
left scars on her psyche,
searing her soul,
touching her in forbidden places,
tapping new springs
of dieve and decadence

MOTHER OF GOD!

she screams,
tongue untied by throes of passion,
toes curl,
fingers engage
stroking wax off bikini strings

as she rolls over
to insert
a page marker
into my new anthology
of ****** poetry:

the BIG dipper!

coming soon to a booksmith's near you....

~ P
(#theBIGdipper)