*** Shot

which way should we go
bust up the beat to paint the complete tempo
carry on the show
follow me in belief through the breeze on the trees
chosen briefs
hence hear on the radio

it a moment of fun
crystal clear below

B-B-Bubba-Batman!
Now things are clear,
Four more dead comic men and no more fear.
I’m the top bank robber,
Nobody can now snitch on me.

Cut five ways,
Joker kills the bus driver.
Steal from the mobsters,
And walk away and get away with it.

**** the batman,
Easy to do?
If the Joker’s good at something,
He gets paid for it too.

Master Wayne too,
What a preposterous and uber-pompous,
Bug-a-boo!
But wow – nice bat-suit!

B-B-Bubba-Batman!
Now things are clear,
Four more dead comic men and no more fear.
I’m the top bank robber,
Nobody can now snitch on me.

Cut five ways,
Joker kills the bus driver.
Steal from the mobsters,
And walk away and get away with it.

**** the batman,
Easy to do?
If the Joker’s good at something,
He gets paid for it too.

Master Wayne too,
What a preposterous and uber-pompous,
Bug-a-boo!
But wow – nice bat-suit!

barricade lest to see the motor clean
****** spent a robotic vent
live for life lost seagull to flight
benefits to smile like you learned quite a while
lead on...learn to touch the billboard style
Secret **** a feel another game of let's make a deal
tragedy lost in reality Spanish society
curse the benefits we shall see

lovers in flight well seem
butterfly rainbow squeeze
a cowboy dressing come apart to those who seem
nurse back the pillows with a smile
another space toward another dial

mottled bookmarks pin  
     tiny fragments of mine.
       pages unfold from within
   and resist to curve behind the time.
       grimaces fade into memoirs.
         suit coats on petit bourgeois
     wink at my shredding guard vest of tin.
           to wipe off those band-aids,
             to slim my baggage sutcase,
       to bury the laundry in silk waters is to see
             it's lifting aloft no casting aground
               so I murmur aloud shunning the clout.
         a biting leech tot under battings of the brick.
               me overlooking my hot spice of a boy
                 is cringy to mimic a sickening coy.
           seems like I'm a worm and blood I eat and drink
                   to transmiss leukocytes all over the globe
                   when my maw is stuffed and my bulge bobes.
         two sides of me rubbed along are two poles.
                 I bite far and I link two organisms
               meds' substitution with itchy feelers
       and a deep chested sweetheart, him I fret.
               when to run my slabber in his blood
             is to dehydrate and self-slenderize me?
     awe-eyed lover man slim'd my tube in size.
           me be loved for a healer then be dumped
         but it's in my cytoplasm and in my blood
   to bottom the gutters as if by dirt under the fingernails.
         a biting thot inside the bloodsucker ***
       seen by people as a nocuous germ.
they may wash their hands with a laundry soap
       everybody is no island, I unrobe my cloth.
     to cut sheets from life diaries isn't tougher any more.
© 4 days ago, Anton   nature  • humor  • personal  • societ

With A Tension Limb

mix tongue you met
a heroic vent...
set a swing with a smile
run that extra mile
the storm of the wild
get back Cadillac
strong in position
trying stike nor missing
flow from the ordinary rap..

tapestry
come and sit next to me
situation make believe
over a brand new leaf

carry on with the natures belt
shadow in the want for more
balance for the power yawn
in the dark arrived at once

Earth Is Own
cement like glue
eat a grinder still
take that one last pill

nursed by the child like plow
the bitter sower to shower
eavery word to be chard