We don't have a dog because we live in rented accommodation,
    So my wife put on a spotted onezie and became a dalmatian,
    With a diamante collar and a matching faux-leather lead,
    I walked her to the park where squatting she peed,
    And was chasing thrown sticks running on all four,
    When she was unexpectedly mounted by an elderly labrador.

I waved my arms and shouted but didn't know what to do,
As the local pack, arriving, formed a disorderly queue,
A lurcher, some spaniels and an ambitious pekingese,
Took turns as she braced herself on her hands and knees.
Then delighted by the freedom of unmuzzled fornication,
She left me for a policewoman -
Who owned a very large alsatian.

These men drool on me
like a pitbull
and cry at my feet
For what?
A treat?
Denied.
Defeat.
But the dogs hang around like my first name’s Cruella.

There are some people,
Who will always do the right thing.
These are the people, though,
That seem to judge others, so harshly.
good people, you see things so clearly,
Too clearly.
Surely, one mistake, however monumental
Doesn't warrant condemnation, evermore?
I want to be with the baddies, right now, because I am one.
I feel like a pantomime villain.
I want to hang out with Snow White's evil stepmother, or the Ugly Sisters,
Down tequila with the Wicked Witch of the West.
Fit company, for me.
Not really,
I don't believe that, but in my darkest moments,
I do feel like a monster.
Whose moral code did I defy?
And does it matter? What does it matter,
I don't care what matters, any more.
Just call me Cruella, and **** me to Hell,
It's nothing I'm not doing to myself, already.
Drop a house on me,
(The ***** is dead)
Ding ****.

Sapphic sapphires glisten in the moon
These ladies say that Hades makes them as dry as a sand dune
Maleficent and Cruella mark their spells on their heads
And quietly they tiptoe and sneakily their treads-
Move with a rhythm only grace can create
Enchanting are these women, seeing them is fate
To be an audience member to their auras and their moves
Is an opportunity that is divine, spiritually proved
Indigo in color, L words leave their lips
Straight and curvy bones and fat   vibrate from their hips
They mesmerize, they enchant, they let their inhibitions soar
Until they dance away, unhinged, and you can't see them anymore
Remember this encounter, it is one that will inspire
It will make you feel a type of way, it will ignite a fire

I feel like Cruella DeVille,
Smoking a capri
In brand new clothes
Because Christmas
Just happened
Why did, when I opened
All of the gifts from
Family & friends,
Did I long for a person
To step out of a box
And wrap their arms
Around me?
To take them back
To my apartment
So we could sit on
The mattress on the floor
Smoking my little
DeVille cigarettes
And drinking a,
Previously unopened,
Bottle of bourbon
In my now,
Newly gifted
Star Wars mugs

For a moment I was Cruella DeVille.
****
         Sultry
                    Sophisticated.
This time is wasn't your scent that lingered
In my hair,
                  on my clothes,
                                          on my breath.
I left it there.
I want you to notice,
                                   to comment,
                                                        ­ to realize
that you have no power over me.
Not now.
You can, but you won't.
Not now.
Perhaps later when your bitterness doesn't envelop me,
Like now.
At least this cigar isn't bitter.
In fact, it's sweet.

The kids they just keep coming
and knocking on my door
expecting tons of candy
then a bellyache I'm sure!
The Mummy, Count Dracula, Frankenstein too
Cruella and Yoda and Sweet ****** doo
I love all their costumes, there's been no sight finer
'cause I used to trick or treat in a bin liner!

The Grasshopper made the
Ants work through strife
Forcing them to feed him,
While scaring a bug’s life.

Hidden in the large empty locker
Is where you’ll find little kid *****,
Trying everyday to conceal himself
From the big school bully.

Fur coats is all she wanted
But puppies she’d carelessly ****.
And dogs would cringe
From the voice of Cruella DeVil.

Wizards and witches
All magic the same
Would often speak of him
But not say his name.

Blond hair and blue eyes
Is the only way to go.
******’s the leader
So Aushiwtz you go!

He’ll keep you on the farm
Appearing to work for all
But he’s just like those pigs,
Napoleon and Snowball.

Although a fine nurse
Thought to make good calls,
You, Nurse Ratched,
Are just like them all.

Care to elaborate?
There are so many.
Colin Kaepernick, e.g.,
Trying so hard to work the
African-American community--
A useful constituency--to wit:
Barack Obama, no stranger to *******.
Then there's Donald Trump:
Like Andy Dufresne who "crawled
Through a river of ****," he expects to
Come out "Clean on the other side."
And lest we forget: Hilary.
Mrs. Clinton uses ******* like magic.
She's Cruella Deville disguised as
Glinda the Good Witch in Oz.
Just ask Bill.

There used to be a time when I heard the call of lonely trains

I would pull over

the car, would put it in park, and cry until my scarf was soaked.
Later at home I would wring it out it the sink,
rinse and cleanse my hands as if it were holy
water, the only things missing were rose petals.

The holiness in staying whole is something learned

I did not teach myself to dread the sound of a train

testing the tracks beneath.
I did not teach myself
that, somedays, there are better things to do than breathe.

I did, however, learn that knives aren't supposed to be
your friends-
they aren't good for sleepovers and they definitely do not belong
on either side of a conversation.

I did, however, learn that closing your eyes in the bathtub
and sinking to the bottom doesn't make me a deep sea diver,
even if I do enjoy the way salt stings my skin.

Those who have held meditation longer than it takes to skip a stone know that it is so much harder to stay, than to go.
Grounding yourself to the bottom in boulder fashion and feeling each bubble of air wriggle itself from your lungs
says more about endurance than any length run.
 
My English teacher once asked us what it meant to feel,
what the connection was to language.

He asked if there could be language without feeling,

the girl sitting next to me got up,
smiled a Cruella de Vil smile and said one doesn't exist without the other.

I got up in front of the other kids,

spread my arms into wings, and closed my eyes,

the train tracks on my arms left a silence that would have shocked the Mariana Trench.

I said, "Language cannot always do feeling justice,
some things you cannot say."

Later that day, I got up on my chair at lunch and yelled
"I am a victim of ****** assault,

it was not my fault,
I was not asking for it,

your ******* patriarchy won't tell me it was"

got back down, finished my sandwich,

only to look out to a calm sea of students
who hadn't heard a single syllable
over the sound of their own mouths.

I went home and asked my mother how she left my father,
"he did not love me the way I needed,

the way I needed to be loved,"
she said,
her blue eyes looked at me,
"he couldn't love that sometimes I needed silence."

Six hours later I lay awake in my bed, asking myself why
I couldn't get the courage to tell the highways
in my wrist to leave me,

open roads are too tempting to be explored.

That night I cried so hard I swear I could have
hollowed a boat from my own chest and paddled
that newly formed creek to your corner of Idaho.

Few things stopped the panic button from going off
like the sound of your voice finding its way to my room,
announcing over loud speaker
that my arms are enough map to explore.

I spent the Thanksgiving of 2011 sitting at a table
in the hospital cafeteria with plastic forks and plastic knives,
with three of the furthest things from friends,
wishing I had never decided to live.

The only thing I learned was to carry
my hurt on the insides of my palms and always
face them towards the ground-
****** palms are the easiest side effect of deciding to live.

You will find a panic button collector,

someone who knows how to soothe the sirens,
someone who knows how to keep bruise-free shins
and navigate in hollow of your dark.

Maybe they'll know to snip the blue wire and dismantle
your ticking, suitcased heart.

So when you see me stripping off my jacket
on a winter afternoon, it's only because that's an organic reassurance

I thought had forgotten my skin and arm hair

This is for you to know that someday

the sound of your pulse will not mean that you have failed
it will mean that you have overcome

the most grotesque,
sleep-depriving

monster in your sunshine yellow closet.
Someday you'll learn that the burning
furnace that radiates from your own heart

is heat enough to outlast any period of exile
or disagreement with the sun.

The red and blue of your blood will seem more like a blessing
than a burden
The creation of blood,
the intimate workings of oxygen
supplying life, of blood cells permeating cell barriers,

is no small feat.

There is biological beauty in lungs breathing,

in red blood knowing fire engine red to crimson velvet,

to that circadian clock that ignites
your thoughts in the middle of the night.

Tattoo the hope that you will no longer feel the need to open
your perfect skin onto your blades,
the feeling of pop rocks shocking your veins
isn't reason enough, there are other ways
to see your strong beating pulse

Because your breath, your repaved wrists,

your vigilant beating heart are so
so worth it.
Sew that fact into a crown made of velvet,
wear it everywhere you go,

show it to everyone you meet.

Swiftly so much to sweep
Helsing so deep the love hard to keep
Her words were off balance
Poem stanza Mama Mia all formed
Like a ballerina 575 Japanese Haiku
Designer Pucci Sochi releasing
so piercing garden jailed away

I begged I needed to feel guided
Maid hard-love of slavery
to the requiem the chariot of horses
Jumped like eyes of the demon
She pleaded with what corruption
Planes fired with struggling
Hearts became stronger

The taste was the different side
wicked fun animation
The men were changed
cruel love aviation

Needing the right ammunition
Prince Zar became 666 Stalin
Leadership of blackmail
Lips got sealed with more
love friction
Make your poems roll in
The Trump Tower polls in
Holy Gods Italian Collisuem
Every hour Poem maid

        Requiem

The maid she had his words
Less communication so
***** what transcends
Your life depends?
"Delicious" Monsterous"
Only words "Devious"
maid Beauty and the beast
to digest

Destiny short poems of ecstasy
Oh! My She-locked
No heart or morals all locked
He wanted to steal her poems
Being conned into the heist
Higher walk with the rest

Poem Requiem palace
Hannibal Rising test
Watching her movements in
her lipping

She was home "Cruella" sweeping
Willow tree weeping new maid Priscilla
The Reign suffering minds of madness

Being ruled sweeping tears to clean up



Such wicked dirt Damon the ***** work

knowing to shut up what a ****

Feeling moved around "UHual"

Choked upon on my I-pad appalled

The masquerading social media mind

of Jekyll and Hyde poems


Her getaway poems not to be fooled
Terraced thousands of poems died

All betrayed upon with more deep lies
Important words to keep them alive

Saturday night poems stay alive
Stakeout Apps Presidency
Like a heart snack breakout
This was far from democracy
The "Quickie Requiem" for a
poem tricked over taken away

My best dream


Gripping love slightly in between
Doctor words to heal the King
his beeper the right timing
Save the poem not the Queen

Do I
Will I
Bill said I do
Bill I?
Don't Bill me
I-O-U nothing
Do you want
this in singing

I'm going to wash that
  man right out_?
Do you want this?
You're a shade too  hurtful
My hair is weeping
And send him on
his way snoring
Just so
Oh! No
Marathon run
****** sun
I ******* up
My twin sister
do you know
what you
have done
((The Huntress))
homewrecker
My coffee temper boiling
Black and Decker
broke relationship
Click plunk plink
My computer froze
Time pretty pink pill

There is Bill
Photographer had
the right
Flash
Longstem blush
pink rose

Went inside her
1000 dollar
Designer trash
Exactly when he came
He so wanted to see her
But _do I really want this?
The questions her, rabbit fur
To sir with love Lucy
So Clutsy the board
meeting

Another ***** but busy
City skyscrapers life
I had a feeling that
something
wasn't right he fell
off his chair
Rose of a dozen
He couldn't believe
What he saw out
the door
It wasn't something
Ordinary

The Scream extraordinary
All blood related
Ben and Jerry Garcia
Icecream Cruella
The falling out
Young updated
and the restless
Those countless hours
You hated
Not counting money
greens
She was the
salad spinner
Everybody you
speak to went back
to school having a ball
Mr. Babe Ruth

Do you want this
Burnt orange-red/greens
leaves B-M-W
Be My World -cars
Mob wife of scars
The designer devil from
Prada bags
Eyes tea 4-2 bags ha
You won't deny it
Only one feeling it
wasn't right
So hooked ion a feeling I saw you
With her
Do you want her
wig
every night dig

The traveling man
Cancun vacation
Got ((Panic Disco))
Your Mom youth bottle  
number tips she wins
Lotto____
I became a
slingshot_.>>>
No regrets terrible two
tippers and dribblers
Your country lemonade
In your sun hat
So what he kissed her
Its the Easter parade
Do you want this
Always this and that
I will always remember
before**
Do you really want
to see this?
Really got into
a mess
In my hot number
My husband saw his number
in the back of my dress
Because you didn't feel right
ahh_ through her kiss
once you
kissed me
The world knew
everything
about me

I am happy that
I don't miss
anything
to resist
There is a whole
list out there
If anyone seems to care
There is something for
everyone to be loved
Not to be shared

All her doing
her bickering what a snicker
All her fancy peanuts
Charlie Brown you
gotta be nuts
How he met
Lucy and Sally met
Billy Crystal red
heart tunnel of love

In Seattle rules of Gin
Heavy rain above
Playing Rummy
In the sky dating
E-Harmony
My ear is getting
tinnitus she's color blind
You're so vain
Like everything became
about me without
asking her
The Grandeur Greek mythology
It's her the Owl no apology
The Gods of Zeus

With permission to guess
Moving truck like Hess
She's all hummingbird
To paint her to roll over
Her mouth like Beethoven
  The high funds we love the
classic look to invest
Without asking her Boss
So crossed  her legs
Readers Digest

The Southern belles
The Pink Illegally live
Fox 5 graduation hell
The coffee club persuasive
The southern ring my bell
To the rescue James Dean
Don't Sponge Bob his mail
So wet set with residue
They are drenched
with words money is due
No angel sponge cake
Those love affairs collision
Watch out stop her brakes
I need to be examined
Not by the Twins Hollywood 
 Emmy doctor

Why do they get trophies
special privileges
Like Mozart without asking
His piano hot seat many loves
The doves were flying
backward
Like the composer slower
without asking her designer
Devil made Prada or
Cruella Dalmatian she
was spotted
With her smudged
Chanel eyeliner

Wanting Tom and Jerry
Ice-cream Chunky Monkey
Salted caramel core so hard
This diamond ring doesn't
shine for me anymore
Did I need to ask Batman mask
To see what you did before
Their holding hands
so in love been iced
Ben and Jerry tough dough
Way under Seinfeld's breath
Please let me watch the
late show Johnny
She will never make it
To her own wedding

Bigger Brooklyn bridge
I dare you to jump potential
She's the seductive high
skydiving factors
Overly Black and Under
the desk Vanna white
Zebra Monster Inc
Movie Little Women
  horse track wheel
of fortune
Her recital the prose
Why do I have to say
I'm sorry the rose
That's just the way I am  

Speaking about vocabulary
She is Vodkaulary, Ms. ******
Mary how does her garden grow
Women like Flowers Scarlet
milkweed giving blood
She's been greased like
imported  Italian  Olive oil
Her mighty exported
legs all spoiled and coiled
Working in Arizona what a
snake crawling near her desk
 Arnold not the bread
I'll back help

Albert Einstein said
Genius has its limits
Cheerleader like egg-beater
She thinks she has a master
degree
Nickel and dime
deodorant of degree
Without asking anything

I do agree___sign sealed
And she failed don't deliver
She is always being bugged
Sitting shiver
White teeth say nothing
meaningful
Spanish Fly Internship
Ladybug dots red lace and
black fishnet stockings
You're guaranteed frequent
flyer trip you are well stacked
but wed dress white

What good intentions bad habits
What does holding
hands say
Without asking her
To really know her
Understand women's
personality
Comes with
Love stability and
  Robin responsibilities
Don't be Beverly Hillbilly
Be the Oscar Wilde
Money like a female fertility
A female business piece
Pineapple upside down cake
The first year many times
the breakup
your lover made up
and eventually
time was giving up

No partners in crime
On Valentine's day,
a+++ women payday
should be loved
Just the way she wants too

"Lookin' in the mirror like I'm runnin' for ya" @mrswoope

I found free bread,
looked like I was living,
deep down I've been dead,
he's the only one who knew it,
said I'm forgiven,
said he isn't a liar,
said it's the truth,
I saw the evidence,
denied the proof.

Multiple ifs,
if I made a will would it be the Fathers?
If I showed them my ***** laundry,
would that make me clean?
If I wore all the T-shirts would it prove I'm part of the team?

If it doesn't profit I'm accounting the losses,
drunk from a bitter well,
still thirsty,
boy better know...

If He's the forerunner I wanna be among the runner ups.
uneased,
attention sicker,
face booked,
mind felt thicker,
new addiction,
birds on twitter,
running from my situation,
looking for instagrammyfication.

I'm back in the lab,
don't tell dee dee,
no magic tricks,
now you see me.

Just grazing amataba,
corn liquor,
I see the mountain dew as the moon shines but I won't drink,
I don't wanna go to court,
had enough miranda,
pass me something fresh,
life-giving 7up now I'm full of pep, see?

101 denominations Cruella smiles at my blind spots,
feeling Shaggy,
stole my dogs,
let them out,
don't tell ******,
chasing a double standard of living,
lowering my own,
trying to be real ended up a clone,
whitewash inanimate,
despicable like a minion,
peeling my plastic,
under a basket.

Cashier at the pharmacy,
chuckling at the after life,
said he only went to Sunday school so his mum would keep being nice.

Have 99 problems ahead,
he never leaves 1 behind,
thought I stood,
felt the fall,
read the writing on the wall,
started righting all my wrongs,
listing them from the least to greatest yeah I hope he erased them.

Knock on the door I'm Judas peeping through the keyhole,
cares of life lost for Word,
can't fill the gaps suicidal,
hanged man,
Jesus Christ died once,
even though I double crossed him,
He said it is finished,
he came for the lost,
I count it all loss then.

Had sweat on my brow,
trying to toot my own horn,
it took a while but I found a better one to blow.

amataba(maize in icibemba)

Cruella de Ville
Is a devil,
And still,
I am dishevelled.
So maybe I’m evil
With atomic bombs
Of explosive excited
Anger.
And pain.
And fading away
Everything that I saved-
All my intelligence
That once stayed
Is going to lay
Around and waste.
I am dumb for this
I put up with this
I am a curse-
So feel my poisonous kiss
And become tainted too.
I am evil-
So don’t let the evil get to you.

I lay down my arms and I take up the sword
Spill my enemies' blood
With each peace treaty word
And a horde forged in flame
Of my metalcore gore
Counting bodies like sheep
I'm the ubermensch wolf
To both lion and mouse
I am venomous truth
And my frigid veins boil
Like seas that I spill
As volcanic eruptions
From chlorophyll quills
Porcupin' the punch
With a nuclear panic
A blast of the past
And a shot of satanic
As I put the cult
In this counterfeit culture
Of fake dollar bills
To an early sepulcher
Cruella de vils
They can keep their fur coats
And 12 karat divorces
I'll burn down their mansions
In wars of resources
As I share the forces
Of diamond forevers
Unbound by the chains
Of the ego it severs
I'll fight on forever
As one stoic man
Though together we'd rise
From divisions of land
And these failed system states
Of the union behind
Broken laws and disorders
Of less than divine
Than mortality's infinite
Knowledge design
But the key to the gates
Will be lost for all time
If the cost of salvation
Keeps robbing you blind
And eternity's borders
Are those of the mind

when president elect Donald John Trump
sworn in vowing to accept the following pledge.
"I do solemnly swear (or affirm)
that I will faithfully
execute the Office of President
of the United States,
and will to the best of my ability,
preserve, protect and defend
the Constitution of the United States,"
whose surprise come from behind
winning as commander in chief
ten days after Tuesday, November 5, 2024
doth stymie and stump
the writer of these words,
who would much prefer leader
of our free webbed wide world
a character like Forrest Gump.

I find myself dumbfounded
and not trying to be a smart ***
foo fighting generic humble
sitting on his ****,
nevertheless, I rather imagine
(fire breathing snapping) dragon,
whose known fearsomeness clearly recognized
versus accompanying, (albeit riding shotgun)
in his swiftly tailored
harried stylied customized reo speedwagon
freshly minted forty seventh president
as he cozies up
with top three notch totalitarian rulers
of the webbed wide world
such as Ali Hosseini Khamenei,
Vladimir Putin, and
Kim Jong Un for starters.

Soon - once dominion wrought
upon peoples of these United States
freedom of life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness
will find inalienable rights
enshrining Declaration of Independence
and Constitution well taut
flag rent internecine conflict
pitting free soilers against slave owners

and rendered all for nought
countless young lives sacrificed
upon hallowed ground,
where vicious battles fought,
and feverishly achieved
courtesy unimagined beastie boys
nsync with cutting crew
witnessed progressive solutions
with grievous social issues,

but now that big bad Don
secured a majority
of 270 electoral votes
required to elect as POTUS,
(and did you notice absent
accusation of rigged elections?),
where gubernatorial celebrants
swigged one after another draught
of legitimacy to lampoon

anybody and everybody at will
invariably kindle sophisticated wordsmiths,
who possess an incisive wit and wisdom
would showcase their adroit skill
in their zeal to fulminate
against self appointed
dictatorial henchmen as bitter pill
wickedly spewing phlegm out nostril
demanding theatrical performances

attendance required or else
lest one get hashtagged as linkedin
with subversive nasty happy horsesh*t
as stipulated in their handbill
addressed to each person
electronically and courtesy hard copy
individually courtesy autofill
utilizing a generic template
to pronounce all future edicts.

Away thinly veiled threats
to wreak havoc
and foment spoiled Christmas
for the next four years,
whereby maybe Santa
in league with reindeer and elves
can arrange for Cruella
to feign being his long lost sis
before he gets his bear size paws
on documents painstakingly drafted

against British sovereignty
over fate of thirteen colonies
to relish contra dancing
at all hours of the day and night
(watch for ContraCopia
Saturday, November 30, 2024 -
2:00 pm until 11:00 pm)
where all proceeds go
to raise fiddler on the roof
atop complex edifice,

where wild asparagus throve,
and swallowtail butterflies
flitted to and fro, hither and yon
totally oblivious, judicious,
fractious, capricious, and adventitious
dramatic changing of the guard
upholding fledgling recipe for
Norwegian bachelor farmers
forefathers/mothers to jump/
kick started democracy.