A king with six fingers
An extra thumb, that would make shrewd proud
Salacious and acrimonious, to collect life lingers
With a superiority, the taint of sincerity in sorrow's cloud?

Stupendous, the fate of uniqueness to crave
Suggestion is a warfare in love, with simpler guarantee's
Found in the eyes of harmony, a tale of citied shade
Was a harrowing sense of today, asking itself to lead?

A promise to the birth of tomorrow
A secret of finish and fire, to learn the lucre of salt
A chance with jaded few, to collect the ideal we borrow
A horse of challenge, a cause to look and see, a rages fault?

Feel better, you *******?
Share the can't with a kind dragon
This faerie and a spoon of weary medicine, is on the dole
With a **** moon in the blessing of the hills, with a stuck wagon?

Death just made perfume out of me...
Death must be a hallowed shine, of something butter
Death is a trusting shoulder, with another dragon on we'd
Death was my best friend, until a silvery shoe, said dire utterly

So, what should a savior's moon, do?
Berried or buried in silence, a tradition of sour reproach
Has the kindness to question a child, for a drink of water due
In the bedroom, where the answer is obviously a host...

Of a worldly smile, that comes with the opposite ***...
Spare and faint, terror is for those who would anticipate
A prides shadow, in which a house of ghost's is elect
When embarrassed reasons come home, for a misery to wait...

Am pity's task...
Says the king, the queen and the royal deodorant
Wishes worth adding whisker's for a noble moon, isn't to ask...
A fool of sweet teeth, if a night of cares, has day to wonder?

Synchronization
between his deeds and my needs
is the only good thing

The one who resides with in me
with pure selflessness
executes my acts keeping me unknown
to the whole process

So many false starts and blind
alleys have pointed us to lands
we promised to younger selves.

So many good intentions paved
our patios and pathways, not to
hell, but to a kind of anti-******.

Meaning is not an unfound grail.
It resides in footprints and glows
in each creaking backward glance.

We are never where we want to be.
For now we are somewhere, maybe.
Relax. Catch breath and thank stars.

Tony Noon

On hidden tracks I screamed
Down the twisted path and gleaned
The whirl of life, of truth and lies
As they all rushed, and passed me by

The farther back I looked and strained
The less I saw, the more it waned
The wheels beneath began to quake
Though I knew, not to squeeze the brakes

The road ahead seemed dark and dim
The headlight’s glow, showed but a slim
Part of what came towards me at speed
I was entranced, I couldn’t breathe

For all the things in life I’ve done
The people loved, the people shunned
All blaze on by, now equidistant
A blur that spells out my existence

But this whole time I’ve rode alone
My course apart, this race my own
I wholly smiled and made good time
As I careened across the finish line

First stage: pheromones

I can't sleep

with the smell of you
still in my nose

and your taste
still upon my lips.

Neither can I wash it away
Nor let go,

lest your essence I were to forget

The geese: vigilant

next to their grass-green droppings --


Sated in the sun.

i will build a yurt            it will satisfy my soul
i will make a short film
i will learn polite society's manner
these things   will satisfy my soul
i will become genuine and plant a bright garden
   and satisfy my soul
i will employ better personal hygiene
   become sexually activated
        and roam the streets aggravated
will i satisfy my soul there ?
raise a flag, have a care ?
i could eat a meal slowly  you know  as an experience
     using mouthfeel skills and detecting it's notes
don’t pay the bill  start a riot  and register to vote
i will - i won't ; do the things
    and rattle my pelt til i am soul sated