dinner Greenport-side, watching the shuffling ferries do
their sworn duty, a back ‘n forth wearisome toll,
while we sip a rose and a PBR, respectively and with respect

no enthusiasm afterward for anything but an early off to bed,
and slip into pj’s asap

me in my knackered wholly Hanes fundie knickers,
no thinking required
but she
retires, re-attires in a summery combo,
a gray sweat t-shirt and green and white
plaid pj pants

which she is unawares are my favorites
cause they lop off fifty years,
a teenage woman re-incarnate recreated
cause her figure now womanly full,
better than then

morning awake l, a disturbance of the peace,
recall a snuggling a wake up hug,
and her bottoms conspicuously
gone missing

over break fast I inquire
over yogurt and berries and a
smoked mozzarella omelette,
what happened to those plaid bottoms?
assuming I was innocent of any transgressions
as best I could recall

with a sheepish childlike grin,
that made look like she was twenty again,
to match the now yoga toned body,
she confesses:

forgot to tie the bowstrings
and they slipped down to my ankles

blessed and cursed I thought!

too much of a gentleman to take advantage,
AND my situational awareness was slipping badly,
but when a poem comes across,
ready and pre-writ,
I’m still young enough to grab aholt of it

and never let go


6/23/18

reverence in poetry.                             everything to every person.

reader claims they can                         a necessary skill for
uncover the reverence.                         successful hypothecating and
in the scripts that                       (buying)poetry-creation outta nothing,
life straight hands me,                          tell them what thy want to hear,
for collection & correction,           and they’ll call you laureate,                      
secretarial transcribing,                        instead of good listener
binding, typo correction                       or just a keen observer-fakir

mundane are the tasks,                          just take what they give ya,
that’s all them muses ask,                     dress it like Joseph in a
don’t interfere, taken what’s given,     coat of many colors,
bow, curtsy, show respect,                     don’t let on your plagiarism
treat its aspects/instincts correctly       is all them, redressed legally

you’re just the pass through agent,   true you, gotta be smart about it,
patient for no payment expected,    variant spellings, swinging verbs,
be our adherent, not our truant,      be discreet, they’ll call your script
we appoint don’t disappoint,          a real keeper and give love or sun,
accept our patent, render legit        mucho poem emojis accoladeya

as for this reverence thinge        devil in a blue dress, walk the streets
if I do my job ok, on any day,     grabbing snatches of overhearings,
any poem could save a life,        pressed into a single tunic, you think,
if I get the commas placed,         he a genius, knows my thinking,
just right, the periods period,     exactly,  what a great poet and
while obeying the speed limit    con/hu-man par excellent

them muses so **** pleased     even fool muses, too full themselves,
by this true confession released, muses who think we stink and
and self deprecation,                     couldn’t do it without them
they call me reverend,                   great pretenders by stealing
imagine them silly folk,                everything in everybody and
calling a big fat liar.                       all thieves and cape riders,
reverend, duh, the end                 original liars, pants on fire



before midnight and after 3:20am April 7~8, two oh nineteen
any message you send becomes my intellectual property, fool....

She was so, what's the word I'm looking for?
  not *****, some would say submissive.
There is no way she was that, more *******.
But she never let it show, she'd have a way of
controlling the situation to make you think you
        were in charge...

How could I explain it? more like your in a desert,
         thirsty and see a fountain in the distance.
Running towards it your strength disperses,
  and you believe what you see even though your
            swallowing the passing of time.

Even as you choke, you still believe you've
quenched your, I mean her thirst.
          If she was poker, she'd have the winning
hand every time...

So back to the moment at hand, she was so dam
         rough, I had scratches that looked like I'd
had a sleepover at Elm Street.
I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it...
I liked it when she made me trickle.


That itch while at work, as my back
was healing, it turned me on knowing
that she still lingered even though we
weren't near.
       She had this suffocation issue,
but it was kinker than just naked...
        

It was in a summer dress,
                    and only in the summer.
Like she was seasonal?
I'd lift her dress up. she was pantiless.
           But before that, my hands were even
within her thighs, she was damper than
the grand canyon dry around the edges,
       but between she flowed...

There was no finesse it was all or nothing,
     no gentle hands, deep and hard were her ways.
She knew what she liked. But like a drug,
Its strength diminishes over time,
and the thrill was now near non-existent.  
And a frustrated woman isn't one to be trifled with.

So we got others involved, ones that had
the same suffocating view on life.
Constricted on the normality of ***.
The first one, ***. It was embarrassing.
  We'd guest they were more inquisitive
         than had done it before.

We'd had them sign a waiver on the obligation
of what it entailed. A few drinks later,
Ok, more than a few and it was a melting ***
         of flesh, we were all over each other.
      She strangled my other half one-handed
constricting her flow of air, the other fingers
in her mouth being ****** erotically.

I'd never thought of how ****** this would be,
it didn't matter that it was a woman,
the fact she was arching so much.
All because of another stifling her breath.
                    I had my fun though I was deep
in the other,  **** deep as she didn't want to
be penetrated in her flower, she likes her petals clean??
   My other half could see me over the other'ss shoulder.

Enjoying the fact of both woman were in my bed,
              I was getting close, and then it changed.
She saw that I was about to pleasured by another.
Her hands clasped around our new acquaintance.
For such a petite figure she had a grasp like a clamp.

I felt her clench around my external offering,
           and the smile off my other, it was suffocatingly  
pleasurable. All three of us slumped at the same time.
The bedsheet was drizzly with the fulfillment
  of all three of us. I'd never experienced such a
moment, it was unexplainably fulfilling.

We rested for a moment, and then as I pulled myself
from this sweaty gathering, I needed to ***.
I know wow how romantic, But you open a valve,
waters going to pour eventually.
   Walking back to the bed all smiles.
     She looked at me with fear, but with a hint of
excitement.
                    
"She's dead,

                            "What dead tired?

  "No you ****-wit, as in you just pleasured
yourself up a corpse you necrophilic *****...

I laughed, as I jumped into bed thinking she
was hoaxing me. But she wasn't moving.
  Holy crap that was an ****** to die for??
  She looked at me sheepishly, no not really I got
kind of confused, she was strangling me and i
was so turned on.

But then I saw you about to lift off, and I didn't
like the fact that it was in another and not me.
So I tightened my grip, I heard her throat crunch
under the pressure, and she came,
either in exhilaration or that she'd just died...
Is it wrong that it was a multiple's!!

I've had doubles with you but that,
                                               I'm still twitching.
Oh' not to the fact that there was a dead blonde
in our bed. But the fact she had a multiple with a dead
woman on top. I brushed that thought away as we
had more concerning things,

I said to her,

"Do we phone the police,
             she signed the waiver?

"Do we phone the police!

  She said in a sarcastic manner raising her brow,
  
I could never do that dam thing, she was like
a **** trekky when she did that Mmm..
        I'd live long and **** the **** out her in
that cosplay outfit, pity I broke the ears last time.

Crap, I'm getting distracted.

I  could see where she was ******* from,
       why the hell does the dead woman have
***** *******,  whoops my toothpick just
became a great redwood again.

Are you getting stiff off seeing a dead woman's
******* you freak? They are kind of just there,
As she lent across and licked them.
         Oh, there cold, she looked at me
in her I'm ***** look.  We shouldn't waste an
opportunity really, as she opened her legs
and maneuvered her so she could scissor her.

What you waiting for, put your piece in her gob,
her mouth cold against it, but moist enough
that I face ****** her till we both got close
            kissing each other and ******* at the same
time, wow that was intense,
                                        we both sheepishly smiled.

We both got in the shower, the bed damp still from
                  when all three were breathing but her
head slumped to the side and you could see it dripping
out her mouth as if she was sleeping and  drooling
                       on the pillow.. that's gross.

After we were all cleaned up, we had to decide
what to do, the police wasn't an option.
   We'd watched enough dexters to know that
cutting her up was going to be way too messy..
And last time I got a paper cut I fainted.

Grabbing some cling film out the cupboard I started
To wrap her up, beforehand we went to the store
and brought 15 liters of bleach. I used a kitchen
a utensil  with a short straw-like funnel and proceed
to bleach the inside of her ****.. and gave here a detol
mouth wash, we put the rest in the bath and put
her in there, she hadn't started decomposing and
rigor mortis wasn't overly making her stiff like a plank
so she easily sank to the bottom.

After lunch we let the water out, god she looked clean.
But her eyes had become white, like ghost white
staring at me, like she'd known what we did to her.
I tried closing her eyelids but they wouldn't shut,
so I used a permanent marker to color them in..
   What was I thinking, now she looks ****** possessed.
Drying off was like a ritual we were gentle and making
sure her hair was brushed nicely.


Then with the 6 boxes of cling film, we wrapped
her up nice and tightly.
Crossing her arms over her chest seemed like
a nice thing to do. You never realize when
someone says dead weight, just how heavy that is.
We did that nursery rhyme as we threw her in the boot,

A leg and a wing to see the king and yeet...
    I gave her a 7.5 for landing. As we drove off
we took the map out, using sat-nav was a no, no
as we could have our steps traced back.
   There was an old coal mine just twenty minutes
away, what was cool was that there was an opening
that was so deep but not many knew about it.

I know how convenient is that. We parked up and
we knew we'd have to be quick so I slung her over
my shoulder, walking along I got really damp?

"Babe, what the hell is going on?
                     "Is she peeing on me?

I started to gag, but then the bleach smell hit!
       Phew! she was leaking bleach all over my jeans.
Thank **** for that, I knew these were going
to be burnt later anyway and had a spare pair in
the boot just in case. What I come prepared.

As we got to the opening a couple was standing there
throwing a rolled-up rug down the hole?
we both just looked at each other, what's up?
                              Nothing
What's up with you?
                     Nothing!
We just smiled and dropped our cling film roll
down the same hole. they pulled a knife we pulled
a baseball bat out.

Look, we know what we've both done,
   and if we walk away now you, we,
well neither of us will get hurt or have to throw the
others down that hole. How about the saying.
You didn't see it, so it didn't happen,?

They walked off, we walked off calmly.
That went a lot better than I thought as I laughed.
But just as we got to the car we heard a twig snap
right behind us, out of instinct I swung hard
catching him square in the temple.
as he fell he landing on his accomplice.
She was screaming Oh'my god help me..

My other half leaned over her, foot on her wrist
pulling the knife out her hand.. What were you
going to do with this then.

            "*******, she yelled.

No how about I mouth *******,
and with that, she raised the knife up
and shoved it into the hilt of her mouth.
God, i love this woman.
   As she lay there gurgling..
I mean the noise was nasty..
  So she just trod on her throat and silence.

We looked at each other, and started kissing,
    and before you knew it we had steamy windows
handprints visible to what had perspired in here.
As we got redressed and the tension now reduced
we dragged these two both to the hole.
I mean  my girl just grabbed his feet and like
luggage threw him in. She's so awesome.

You do realize we got from accidental murders
to nearly serial killers now.
And you know what it was such a turn on.
     I must admit we were both turned on by death.
We found their car and drove both down the country
lanes making sure that cameras were nowhere near.
We burnt it out, but not before doing donuts in a field
to make it look like joyriders had stolen it..

After that, we had plenty more lovers, false addresses
to entice, and snare our next lover into false security.
We got tech-savvy as well, in the car we had a scrambler
that blocked their mobiles. most didn't even notice
they lost signal, some did and were over-cautious
                   If they didn't come then unlucky them.

But we remembered that everything was to happen
in the bedroom. Gosh that coal mine is now a mosh pit
of broken voices, that crunch just as we orgasmed.
  That never got old, as everyone was different some
***, others ****** them selfs, that was new and gross.
But luckily we had mattress protectors on and plenty
more in the cupboard. To date, we must have made
love and silenced at least 12 over the last few years.

Only in the summer though,
  and the dresses, god she looks so hot...

Got to go through as our new friend
just turned up in guess what in a summer dress
of all things.
           We just looked at each other and smiled.

.....the love showed up...
..mocking at my door..
...scratching imperfections...
..into the paint..
...till my senses jarred...
..and the manor with which I viewed this world..
...was declared
(feast in maw)
"Dealt with"

I battered open the door
And let in
An overwhelming nutritional excess....
.....refeeted in this way
I was handed all this :
The damage was
a Rinth of Life
when all I wanted
was a page to unfold

when that hopefully ecofriendly R.I.P becomes my final home
whether bios urn
or spirit seed
or any trendy tree from corpse to copse,
from dust to leaves
or better than
a crematorial commode --for fresher air and fuel for brighter flames
transplanted into other selves
redressed in mushroom spore-suit
seeded with the genes of generations hence and past,
piercing veils to fruit above again,
a mycophile to the last--
i will have lived with growth in mind,
that firm amorphous
ground opining green
to kindly live and die in kind
foment another view,
encompass monumental evanesce
supernal tablets branching neo-dolmen ethernexusnets beyond the r00ts
barking technoshaman psychic rings about a fiberoptic rosey,
perhaps a sappier refrain for finer silica domains
to sing along and echo Dryads doting long ago,
in threaded tones the make-remaking fold
of earthenborn rekindled kin of stars
decided to invent to cater otherworldly themes

A poet, an artist, (with little restraint)
Penciled words on his canvas, saw no use for paint,
Crafted words into pictures; Visions out loud.
Of most of his work, was exceedingly proud.
Unfettered, unbounded, his huge canvas at wait
He brandished his pencil and began to create.
Desiring a masterpiece, appealing to all
Pride prompted his excess, preceded his fall
Trapped in a vortex, surrounded by words,
Shared them with others to see if they heard.

The public was skeptic, and reflected the same
His confidence shattered; His ability shamed
He had written with passion, as if possessed
But the silence of critics left him redressed.
“Who is it says everyone cannot be pleased?
Off with their heads!  Get them down on their knees!”
He drew a sharp sword, surrendered a laugh,
Sliced his canvas to shreds, cut his pencil in half.
“I’ve heard your silence, the first version *****”
Sharpened his pencil, wrote ‘Surrounded Redux. ’

PwL 4/20/15

and ninety-nine ******* ain't one of them
I handle payments to child support
and visit all 25 of them when i can
I see my probation officer regular
got one box chevy with twenty fours
an old cadillac redressed
into low ridin' elegance
silk sheets and 60 inch telly
in all my rooms
I got cookin' skills
turnin' powder into chunks o' rock
make more money than my dad saw
in he's whole life
got ******* sweatin' me But
one prob
worries me
I got no future
cause eventually
I gonna catch a cap or a felony

The lining of my grey suit
sparkles like it can't tear itself
from the stars full of secret passions
which belt my skin hugging eyes
to strokes of gentle smooth
back handed compliments
tightly lingering on your waist
while imaginary boutonnières
are pressing comfortably into ribs
feeling you pinch my collar
and tug towards its button hole
open to curl a whispered flower
tight enough to pin my breast pocket heart
against moving from your own
pressing loveliness

It's no surprise when you shock
my circadian rhythms out of sleep
sending me to bed at the most opportune
time's tales stalling the early hours
to wet my dry lips on doubles
of Bombay Sapphire gin
blue skies
stirred into a Campari soda aperitif
red as all round sunsets
going down on a burning gold mine
melting the ice cube universe above it
into the trailing edge of your light path

As if the cult of comet Hale-Bopp
had returned from Heaven's Gate
in the form of an insomniac priestess
landing craft crushes gone rampant
as it heads for a melting Icelandic glacier
crashing like a bouncing ball
in rolled up sheets
sliding to a temporary stop
scrunched around your hair
shaking the doubts of the day
out like a cascading highlight
rushing into the shadows
and on to tremulous scalding streams
brushing my shirt stripes apart

thoughts like magnetic locks jolted
into releasing dark bright conflict
to see where gasps could bite
without spilling tears of poisonous scalding
hot from wells dug deep in fissured oases
trying to bury hands with cupped fingers
impatient to splash in your wake
and unpack those mirrored thumbs
dug into well sprung geyser like palms
leaning ******* the prison walls of the night
like off duty guards

letting down their punishment roughly
until disappearing through wide open eyeshadows
as startled as rabbits caught escaping
by a searchlight wanting to skin them alive
and throw them under a sheet
covered in burrowed tunnels of love
to emerge the other side neatly redressed
in grey morning suits and starshine eyes

So I've lost the battle
maybe lost the war
seems like there's nothing
left fighting for

got my head in the sand
say: "it's too late man"
no i don't—see,
I don't understand

is all just a mess
just a worthless wreck
nothing's going right
It can't be redressed

falling falling
can't fly on burning wings
falling falling
dark angel sings

a thousand nightmares quoting ravens in my head
a thousand monsters beneath my bed
a wayward heart wandering forever
cant there be peace, rest, ever?

Janet snarled at me,
As I redressed her with bloodless clothes,
Those eyes could ****, but for unknown reasons,
They denied me release.
Not looking upon her with a single eye,
It was a hideous sight,
Washed her clean of nightmares,
Worn outside her skull,
Beside a waterwheel followed by no one,
Except my guilt.
I tainted once heavenly waves,
Of prosperity that flowed between hands,
Sticking not an inch up my arms,
I was denied awareness of that difference between,
Surface temperature and groundwater.
Because I had to do what she needed,
Not what she wanted,
Janet pressed that silence,
That stole her voice, replaced by primal utterings,
To my unafraid throat.

Hanging in the summer silence....
Nothing.
A tiny mouse of the sky passes by.
Snatching midges in full flight.
The presence of a late summer night.
Bonfire crackling.
The aura of brightness.
Dead wood redressed.
The fire dances.
A little like an evening witch.
Wearing melting nets.
Chunks of old wood.
No use anymore.
Burning to perfection.
Ashes.
Eyelashes of dead-end wood.
Heart of the evening.
All well.
It's good.
The fire dies.
The bat retreats.
See you again tiny chap.
Same time.
Same place.
Maybe next week.
(c)Livvi

The rain has stopped falling,
and the sun no longer shines.
Can broken hearts
truly be mended?
perhaps, on the other side.

The joke bears the retelling.
You didn't cry alone.
Your suffering is ended.
In song you still go on.

May the loser finally win
May your sorrows be redressed.
May broken hearts be rendered whole
May your tears be dried at last.



( Robin Gibbs, RIP)

I'm swinging.
As the autumn leaves chase each other on the dark pavement of this chilled night,
I'm swinging.
I'm glancing around at what I can and noticing no one is out, just me and the leaves.
I'm swinging.
Replaying the last argument I had in my head over and over.
I'm swinging.
I glance at the moon in hope of some sense of company but I'm left with nothing but empty loneliness.
I'm swinging.
I thought once I got to this point I should be somewhere else, feel something else... But
I'm swinging.
My body runs cold and my eyes won't shut.
I'm swinging.
No mobility and no sense of warmth.
I'm swinging.
I realize now that there is no end.
I'm swinging.
The sun arises and the people shuffle out of their warm homes.
I'm swinging.
I'm eventually cut down, I see everyone's reactions and their fake tears. But why do I still feel like
I'm swinging.
I'm redressed and pampered up but I still feel as if
I'm swinging.
The horror as they glue my eyes closed, knowing the only thing I will see for eternity is the back of them.
I'm swinging.
I hear the hushed voices above me, all pretending to have had such a great life with me in it.
I'm swinging.
I hear the shut of my coffin and being rolled into the back of the hearse.
I'm swinging.
I feel the swing of them lowering me in the ground on which pounds of dirt will hide this pointless expensive coffin.
I'm swinging.
And here I am. Alone with my thoughts, the one thing that drove me to this point, the one thing I found I'll never escape, and I'm still swinging.

I’m astounded, not bounded, confounded, dumbfounded,
Hounded and grounded and surrounded by words.

A Poet 10W:
An artist with a universal canvas, using words as paint.

Ballads, rhythmic fun
Joyful song, Cries of despair
All kinds of poems.

A wordsmith from way far away
Convinced the crowd he had nothing to say;
“My current work does not show it,
But I would be a great poet
If my words would get out of my way.”

Who is there that has not  (after wine and a woman) thought himself Shakespeare?
Desirous of her continuing affections, composed a sonnet recounting her beauty and proclaiming his eternal love…………………….
“Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall………………..”

A poet, an artist with little restraint
Penned words on his canvas,
Saw no use for paint,
Bent those words into pictures
Visions out loud
Of most of his work, was exceedingly proud.
But the public was skeptic
And reflected the same
His confidence shattered
His ability shamed
Still he wrote with a passion
As if possessed
To silence his critics
Until each was redressed.
“Who is it says everyone cannot be pleased?
Off with your heads!  Get down on your knees!”
He drew a sharp sword, surrendered a laugh
Sliced his canvas to shreds, cut his pencil in half.
“I’ll be the judge of what I want to say,”
Sheathed pencil and sword, then walked away.
PwL 4/18/15

and so the continually pained
  redressed, sawn-off are fingers

  to halt the clutch of things
  not ours -- pure in the hour of

  restlessness, all oblivious/
  and no such mechanism as dream when

  our tides harbor at shore,
  paled and on bent knees wryly

  seeking plenitude hours compressed
  in uncollected days, in here was uttered

  its rapture of light displaying its luminosity
  of absence, this is what they said it would

  be but did not come to be, seen only
  at a distance coming to intimate terms with

  pilgrims of shadowed cities bearing no
  names. our nakedness to its promise

  do so sing, nothing else but move to
  its beat, alive are we but not too long,

  this interlocutor, for now
  we dig our hands in mud and face the sun.

We are the lucky ones
We get to tell our story
With all our guts
And it's glory
When you have taken everything
And there isn't any more to give
It's time to forgive
Forget the effect
I want special effects
Not pyrotechnics
When you have taken anything
And all that's left
Is distress
Various states of undress
Haven't redressed the balance
It becomes a challenge
And you think you can't manage
To emerge from the dream
The silent screams
As you crawl along the floor once more
It's hard to ignore
When you have taken the something
The essence of me
Because you wanted to see
How far you could take
It was a mistake
To underestimate
Just how much you thought I could lose
You take what I give
Once upon a time
It was willingly free
I paid too higher price
When you want nothing more
and I'm replaced
With another face
I'm toe to toe with my reflection
Which direction
As I look over my shoulder
Am I really wiser as I get older
When my everything was nothing
More than something to discard
Is honesty so hard
The anything left to say
Will wait for another day
My depiction of the situation
Isn't a fairytale it isn't fiction
As I pick up the pieces
I know where it leads to
I'm stronger
Who knew what was to come
Time will stitch up the scars
As I look up to the stars
I thank my luck
My story
Well it's just begun
I'm not just anyone
I'm everything something
Someone.

obim,
the most beautiful thing about loving you
are the things i learn about love;
how it can be synonym for wings
and how loving the right woman
was a metaphor for flying, higher
than all the hurdles that used to be a blockade

igosirim na ihu n’anya bu ije
you taught me that love was a journey
and one with purpose
so that it explained a reason
for holding on to life
when difficulties scatter all over
like question marks on a blank sheet
the love we shared became the answer
that explained the destination
at the end of the obscure roads that life was

obim, loving you made me into a philosopher
that searched for optimism
in the unlikeliest of places which turned out
to be the most beautiful

because everything becomes beautiful around you
and when we are out together at night,
I see the face of hope, redressed
in the twinkle stars far up in the sky
when we walk around the parks in the evening,
I perceive music in the chirping of crickets
when we hold hands as we walked together
and you press mine, I feel myself melting into you

it is not that the problems of life go away
sometimes, they come knocking on my door
dressed in their intimidating doses
then I remember, it is you who shares this path with me
and that love is a synonym for wings
and loving you, a metaphor for flying past hurdles
so I fasten my seatbelts and fly
obim, loving you is a safe journey through these rough roads.

4/8/2023 WRITING
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THE JUDOGI YOUTHQUAKE YESTERTEMPEST YARAKS THAT SCALD THE BRIMBORIONS OF SCALARIFORM PEDIGREE IN CORDWAINER CONTORTIONS OF VAURIEN ELITISM THAT THE SCHMEGGEGY OF SCHWARMEREI BECOMES THE RADICALISM OF ABSORBED NUTRITION IN VENOSTASIS FOR THE VENOCLYSIS OF SYRINXES THAT DEFEAT THE PODEX OF PNYX BECAUSE THE SYRINGES OF TIME ELECT THE ENCHANTMENT OF FUTURE RESOFINCULAR DISTRACTIONS AND DIVERSIONS OPERATIVE IN FLUX BETWEEN STEREODIMENSIONAL FIDELITY AND THE FENNEC OF FEALTY TO THE LANDLORDED PLOUGHSHARES OF DEADSTOCK DEASIL CONTORTIONS FOR SCARAMOUCHES OF SACRILEGE TO FIND THEIR FINIFUGAL DEFEAT IN THE MYOPIC HEDONISM OF THEIR FOISONS OF FRANIONS BECAUSE OF FRIGORIC LORE CONTAMINATED BY ALGEDONIC IMBALANCES SCREWBALL IN ANTITICHTHON FOR THE AURILAVES OF OPTIMIZED ARCHITECTONICS. THE SCRIVELLOS OF CELLARER RHADAMANTINE RANCORS OF TRUCULENT DRACONIANISM BECAUSE OF WIELDLESS INSUFFICIENCIES IN BROWBEATS OF EARWIG VANGERMYTES TRYING WITH PHUGOID GROUNDPROX MIGHT THEY STOKE THE STOKEHOLD BRITSKAS OF ELEMENTAL ALCHEMY AGENTIC AGAINST THE ACORIA OF ACCIDIA IN THE WILELESS AISLINGS OF HANDSPIKE UTILITARIANISM FOR GHAWAZIS THAT SUBORN IN ETCHED CAMOUFLETS OF WALDFLUTES IN ENCHANTMENT TO BECOME BARNSTORMS OF BARRULETS THAT THE BARCAROLE OF CATAPLEXY BECOMES MORE IMMUNE TO FUTURE SHOVELS OF DISCORD IMMERGENT IN ALL AUTOGNOSIS DEPRIVED FROM HAUBERKS OF DISPLAY AND GLORIFIED FILEMOTS OF GOVERNED DURATIVE PILLORIES THAT BECOME A SOLDIERED IGNOMINY. THERE IS A RAREFIED AVINOSIS ENCOURAGING THE STELLIONS OF SYNAPHEA IN ENCAUSTIC GRIDLOCK BECAUSE OF SALAMANDROID CORDWAINER VERSATILITIES THAT ARE THE TAXIDERMY OF SKELETONIZED CRENELLATED ANTEPONES THAT BECOME BERSATRICES FOR PAST GLAMOUR DISTORTED BY INTRORSE AUGENDS OF ARENAIDAN STATOLITHS THE BROCKFACED ENDEAVORS OF RECTITUDE IN RETROSPECTION BECAUSE OF RETROMORPHISIS FOUNDED BY THE DISCRETION OF THE FUTURE SUCH THAT THE ANGARY OF DEBILITATION ACCELERATES A SYSTEM OF DIMINISHED CASUALTIES AMONG THOSE THAT FUNNEL THROUGH FORESIGHT REFRACTED BY PRISMS OF OMPHALISM THAT THE OUTGENERALED CAPACITY TO SARANGOUSTY BECOMES THE CENTRAL HARBINGER OF DEFALCATION THAT  DESTROYS THE BASTIONS OF EVIL LURCHING IN CLAMBERED AUSPICES TRYING TO INVAGINATE THE IATRALIPTIC JARVEYS TRYING THE CADRANS OF RETCHED SPODIUM IN CLADOGENESIS NOW AUTHORED BY THE PARTIAL VICTORS OF WORLD CONFLICTS BECAUSE THEY TUNNEL THROUGH THEIR WIDESPREAD REACH OF RECONNAISSANCE THAT THE MIGHT CONQUER NATIONS JUST TO BURROLE  EVERY SECRET DENEHOLE IN EVERY GREATER CONFLICT SUCH THAT THE RICHES OF THE TROVES OF THE PERJURED IGNOMINY OF CONQUEST WILL NEVER BELITTLE ITSELF AS A PREROGATIVE WAGERED PAXILLOSE UPON THE TRENCHANT ORTHODOXY OF WAR AGAINST THE ATTRITION OF ATTINGENT AND ATTEMPERED TITRATION OF VILE VIOLENCE IN THE HEYDAY OF KRISTALNACHT WHICH BECAME THE HARVEST OF MAIDEN NOVANTIQUE IN AN ERA THAT NOW KOWTOWS TO CALIPACES OF ABIGAILS WITH GAMMERSTANG NOTORIETY THAT SPHACELATES ITSELF VERTIGINOUS BUT PROTECTED FROM SPIRACULATED SUBINTELLIGENTUR MAINLINED BANDELETS BECAUSE THE SUTLERS OF A SECTILE WORLD HAVE RENOWN UPON THEIR OWN RECURSIVE ELITISM BECAUSE OF THE UMLAUTS OF WHITTAWERS RATHER THAN WITTOLS BEREAVED BY WHISKERANDAS WHO EARN CIPPUSTURE FROM ULTRAGEOUS RAGE APPLIED TO THE HEAPSTEAD OF MOULIN VEESES THAT STRENGTHEN THE INCUMBENT ECONOMETRIC ANALYSIS OF ALL PAST STRIFE CULMINATING IN UNIVERSAL EUDAEMONISM BECAUSE THE UMBRILS OF TERRORISM IN UMBRACIOUS SUFFRAGE MIGHT AMOUNT TO THE GREATER CRUCIBLE OF ESBATS BECOMING ROTUND IN THEIR CONCEALMENT OF THEIR OLM PEDIGREE IN APIKOROS STATURE WHICH BOWED TO THE PRESENT RATHER THAN ACKNOWLEDGING THE ENNOMIC REVULSIONS OF THE REVANCHE OF PAST LITTORAL EMBANKMENTS. IMPORTUNATE SQUALOR OF JAWHOLES IN CAMARADERIE OF JURYMASTS THAT ESPOUSE THE VENIREMEN OF RHABDOMANCY WHICH ARE SUSSULTATORY BECAUSE THE FEWER PROMONTORIES OF PRICKLY CULVERTAGE RAISING A TRIBULOID CARTHAGE OF THE CARNAGE OF REVELING RAVISHES OF ULTIMATUM BECAUSE OF BRONTEUM THAT IS SPECULAR IN ITS OWN DISDAIN BECAUSE IT ROUSES THE CHARLATAN TO DISMOUNT UPON HIS PLUMAGE TO THE PENMANSHIP OF A WORLD ON THE BRINK OF ICEBLINKS REGISTERED BY CLAVIS AND THE CLAVATE OF RIGMAROLE ROUNDED BY TIMMYNOGGIES OF SATRAPS THAT SPARTAN EMPLOYERS OF CEMENTUM SPAR WITH THE BARGEMASTERS OF BARKENTINE BALLASTERS OF HAUBERKS OF THE SPELEOTHEM OF STUPULOSE SEQUESTRATION IN RAGDOLL REMIGATIONS THAT SWIRL INTO VERTIGO BECAUSE OF VORAGINOUS CENTRIFUGE EMBALMED BY TITANISM IN ENGROSSED TRAPEZE OF TRACTION IN TRAMONTANE GROOMERS OF LIVID LORE RATHER THAN BUTTRESSES OF HORRIFIED MASKIROVKA IN BALATRONS OF BEAMISH BOUNTIES CAROUSING THE CAJOLE OF CONTUMELY BEYOND THE CARNAPTIOUS FITS OF CATAPLASM IN METAPOLITICS BECAUSE OF THE FISSION OF NUCLEOTIDES INTO THE PERCOLATED CARAPACE AND TESTUDO TESTIMONY TO THE ARCHAEOLATRY OF DISCOVERED INNUENDO BERGAMASK RIJUICE IN PARCHMENT CORRADED FROM RUNAGATE FLAKMENTION BECAUSE OF BELLETRIST FOUND IN THE SUMPTER OF SUNDOGS BECOMING MORE PALATABLE TO THE CULTURAL IMPERATIVES OF TIMEWORN FENESTRAL WANIGANS FOR THE CAREWORN ANTIPATHY TO RECEDE BENEATH THE CRAVEN CAVERNS OF CAMISOLE DENTICLES OF IMPUDENCE. THE RATCHET OF SUBACTION WHICH IS NEVER AN INTEMERATION OF BRITSKAS OF  SCHMEGGEGY BECAUSE OF RANCID NEUTROSOPHY WHICH IMBREVIATES THE RADICALIZED IMPERTINENCE OF GLOWERING IMPOSTURE OF WHIGGARCHY BECAUSE OF MASCARONS THAT DRIVE MAHOUTS TO THE BRINKS OF DESTRUCTION MIGHT THE SCALARIFORM REPUTE OF PEDIGREE AMONG DOOMSTERS OF DRAGOONING WHIPSTAFFS THAT FORM THE UNDERBELLY OF TAFFRAIL PREROGATIVES THAT UNDERGOES RETROMORPHISIS WHEN IT IS FETED BY PRIMIPARAS OF RAISONNEUR DISREGARD PRIMARILY BECAUSE OF TITANIC NOYADES OF FOLLY BROWBEATED BY LIFEBOATS AT THE EDGE OF KATABOTHRONS BECAUSE OF THEIR TRENCHANT FORESIGHT RATHER THAN RUDDY COMPLEXIONS OF INTRANSIGENCE UPON GRAVID MOUNTENANCE ABOVE THE RALLYING CAUSES OF THRUSH AND THRESHING GNATS OF TRIBAL SHIBBOLETH SUCH THAT THE TOWERING DEMASSIFICATION OF THE VENEREAL SIDLING TILT OF TORMENTS OF ABARTICULAR TERRORISM IN REVANCHE AGAINST THE BARNSTORM OF OUTSIDE MALCONTENT RATHER THAN INTERIOR BONFIRES OF BONHOMIE THAT STRENGTHEN THE NUCLEAR FAMILY FOR AN AGE OF STOPING STULMS THAT SERRATED SOCKDOLAGERS FAIL TO BREAK NETTLESOME NESH REGARDS PRIMARILY INCIDENTAL TO THE METAPLASM OF ALL DISCORD DIFFUSIONS THAT TROUNCE ULTERIOR DAYS OF YESTERTEMPEST BECAUSE OF YIRDS AGAINST THE PEOPLE THAT ARE SWORN TO UPHOLD THE YOGIBOGEYBOX THAT IS THE SWORD THAT DESTROYS THE BASTIONS OF EVIL WHENEVER THEY ARISE BY DISCOVERING EVERY SERENDIPITY AND AGGREGATING EVERY TRIBULATION CHALLENGED BY DEGREES OF INSUFFICIENCY BEYOND THE OLIMS OF REMIGATION RELEGATED BENEATH THE CAVERNS OF INTREPID TORCHIERS OF LAMBENT LOVE AND BRINKMANSHIP. ISOVOL MAZUT BECOMES A MAZOPATHIA OF ABIGAILS TOWERING IN THE VERTIGO OF THEIR OWN CELSITUDE MIGHT THEY REVANCHE ALL THE MAJOR PREROGATIVES OF HIERARCHICAL SUFFICIENCY OF PATRIARCHY BECAUSE THEIR BROCKFACED BRONCHOS AGAINST INTREPID AND PIONEERING BRITSKAS IN ALL OF THE SOCIAL SCIENCES REMANDING THE IZZAT AND IVRESSE OF EVIL NEUTRALIZED POLTROONS THAT THE STOMACHERS OF TRINKLING RETROGRESSION IN REMOTION OF TOURBILLONS BECAUSE OF EDGY FLOWERING BUMBOATS OF BUMICKY BADIGEON WHICH ELECTS THE NOMOGENY AND NOMENCLATORS WHO SUSTAIN THE ETHOS OF A TIME OF TRIMLY HEDGED BLUDGEONS OF CARNIFICINE YELTINGS THAT SPAR AGAINST SPARTAN YELMS IN THE YIPS OF JUMART DEBAUCHERY THAT NEEDS TO BE REDRESSED BY THE ADVANCED UMBRILS THAT SUSTAIN THE GROWING CATAPULT OF ISOTHERMOBATH THAT ENDANGERS EVERY HOLOBENTHIC AUTHENTICITY THAT THEY MIGHT MALINGER AROUND PROVINCIAL VINEGAROONS WHO TWIRE WITH THE TYMPANY OF RESONANCE AMONG RALTENTION FOR THE UPPER HOUSE OF JORDANS TO BURROLE THE JEOPARDIZED DEPTHS OF SPODOMANCY THAT IS OFTEN IGNORANT OF CLADOGENESIS FOR REASONS OF EGALITARIAN MISTETCHES THAT FAIL TO ENCOUNTER STOCKINETTE PRIMARILY BECAUSE THE PURBLIND RECTOPATHIC AGENCY OF THOSE SUBLIME TITANS OF TITANISM MIGHT SWERVE AWAY FROM A USEFUL JAUNDICE BECAUSE SUCH A TRIBULOID OPTIMUM MIGHT BE THE DISCOVERED SPRINGBOK WHICH IMPROVES BY STULTIFYING THE SKELETONS OF JAMDANI THAT THEREBY THE RAGGED RAGDOLL JOLLY RANCHER SOCIETY OF INDOLENCE BECOMES MORE AMBITIOUS BECAUSE OF THE STANHOPE OF GROWING  STANNARIES OF THIGMOTAXIS IN CAREFUL TRIAGE AROUND STANDPIPES THAT COUNTERACT ENTHYMEMES OF NIVELLATION AMONG THE GROWING REGARD OF SUSSULTATORY SPAVINEDS THAT GROW IMPATIENT BECAUSE OF THE WROTH OF MUGIENCE IN WHEATENED CITIES EMBEDDED BECAUSE OF THE WHEELHOUSE WHEALS THAT SUSTAIN THEM INTO BRACKISH OLIVASTERS OF THE PERFORMATIVE GRACES OF OUR HERALDED HEYDAY OF TIME INFORMING PAST ZEITGEISTS WITH FUROR AND MACROBIAN MEGALOGRAPHY TO ISSUE THE  GROWTH OF TIMES HONORED BY THE GHAWAZI AND THE JARABE ALIKE. THE STANG OF BANGTAILS OF THE ARENAIDAN ERAS WHERE THE ARGALI OF ENCHANTMENT WAS A VEXATIOUS ***** OF FULGURANT NOMOGRAPHY BECAUSE IN THE MANIFEST DESTINY OF THE SOCKDOLAGER EDICTS OF THE PAST THAT SCORCH FROM THE SQUALLS OF FREEBOOTER WALLETEERS THAT USE WHELKY IN THE BARNSTORM OF GROWING WALDGRAVES WHICH BECOME CENTRIPETAL TO BYRE IN THE NEUTROSOPHY OF ACELDAMA IN CONTENTIOUS VIVAT BECAUSE OF VARSAL VISCIDITY WHICH DECLARES ITSELF THE HONORIFIC CAPTAIN OF ALL BETOKENED TIMES BECAUSE WE CANNOT WITHSTAND THE BEBLUBBERED MAUDLIN PATINAS OF WHIGGARCHY BECAUSE OF BRAZEN BOLDFACED BALD EAGLE PATRIOTISM BECAUSE OUR BLINKERED AGE IS ONE REGNANT UPON NEBBICH PALLOR OF CETACEAN EMBRACERY WE MIGHT DISCOVER THAT OUR PAST BRONCHOS OF THE CELEBRATED PARAGONS TOO LUMINOUS TO BE REGARDED PROPERLY BY THE CONTRITION OF MERCY IN MERCILESS TIMES WE HONOR THE PEOPLE THAT DEMARCHE FOR FUTURE POLITY BY EXHIBITING THE BOLD FRONTIER OF REVOLUTIONARY WIREWOVEN SCIENTIFIC AUTARKY THAT BECOMES MORE AND MORE ENTRENCHED IN PRAGMATIC REFORM IN CONSERVATION OF RESOURCES AND SCALED AND SCOPED ECONOMIES THAT UNDERSTAND THE PROBLEMS THAT AFFLICT BODACHES AND THE PROBLEMATIC JAUNDICE OF SENICIDE BECAUSE OF A NIDOLOGY INCOGNIZANT OF REVERENT DOYENNE AND SITHCUNDMAN WHO WEATHERED THE IGNORANCE OF TIME LIKE GROGNARDS THAT ARE OFTEN DISPLACED BY THE WAINAGE OF WAPENTAKE AND MANIPULATED INTO POPULAR FUROR BECAUSE OF THE NIVELLATION OF THEIR ATTENTIVE CANVAS OF PURBLIND PUTRID OSSIFICATIONS OF RAGMATICAL RANTIPOLE HATRED THAT MOBILIZES AGAINST AGENCY AND INVOKES LACKADAISICAL RAMSHACKLE ELASTANE LAZINESS. IN OSTENTATION WE BELEAGUER EMPTYSIS PRIMARILY DERIVED FROM FRACTURES IN THE SCAFFOLDED ARCHITECTONICS OF AURILAVE INDOCTRINATION TOWARDS THE SCHMEGGEGY THAT DEFILES MANY HONORED ARGUMENTS WITH THE PLUMAGE OF DISTRACTION FOR PRIMORDIAL BALUSTRADES INCULCATING PAST SARVODAYA ATTEMPTS INTO THE POPULAR SCOURGES OF IMAGINATIVE GLEE THAT BECOMES THE SPECTER OF ALL ATTENUATED FORESIGH THAT DENOUNCES THE UPSTARTS WHO ATTEMPT TO MODULATE MERCURIAL ENVIRONMENTS WITH AUTHORITATIVE SQUALLS THAT SPAWN SEMINAL MOVEMENTS THAT OFTEN YIELD UNHINGED CLOVERYIELDS THAT ARE COMPLETELY FINIFUGAL AND RAMBUNCTIOUS BECAUSE OF THE TAMARAWS WHO SEEK TO ENDEAVOR BEYOND CLIFFHANGER JUSTICE TO ENTHRONE A NEWER INSIDIOUS DIKEPHOBIA BECAUSE OF NIDIFUGOUS INSISTENCE OF NANCIFULLY NIDAMENTAL DISAGREEMENTS THAT DISDAIN THE POSTCENNIUM WITH IDEOLOGY GLISTENING BY FACADE BECAUSE IT FAILS TO SHIMMER IN THE DEEPER AND DARKER RETROSPECTION OF HINDSIGHT CORRADED ONLY FROM ELEMENTS OF PARVANIMITY AND BARYEICOIA. THE DIFFUSE PROTRACTION OF THE DIESTRUS BY THE UPSTAYS OF COACERVATED DIABLERISM CHARGING RACKRENT FOR PETTY PRESBYTERY PRIVILEGES IS A GOUGED HUCKSTER OF URCEOLATE TIMBERLASK JAMDANI STEENBOKS TRYING WITH URGENT URCHINS TO DESICCATE THE ENVIRONS IN EVERY SPANERIA TO ENSURE THAT THE RHADAMANTHINE ENVY OF THE GAUNTLET OF EVIL BALATRONS PARADING THEIR COSTERMONGERS TO BODACH VEGETABLES TREATED OFTEN WITH GERRYMANDERED SENICIDE MIGHT THEY RIG EVERY ELECTION WITH THE PSEPHOLOGY OF AN EVIL JUMART THAT WORKS AGAINST MESSIANIC TRIBUNES OF TRUTH BECAUSE OF THE BALDERDASH OF CRACKJAW MACROPICIDE PRIMARILY OUSTED BY THE ENTRYISM OF MEHARIS PREPOSSESSED AS WALLETEERS OF THE BILKEY OF WHELKY TO EMBATTLE THE SOCKDOLAGERS OF ISOLATION AS A TRIBULOID STOCKINETTE IN PURBLIND RECENSED REVERSAL OF RETROMORPHOSIS. WE CANNOT STAND APART IN APARTHEID BECAUSE OF THE DIACOPES INFLICTED BY THE ENVIRONMENTAL SKULLDUGGERY OF THE ELECTIVE PRIVILEGE OF TESTUDOS OF AILING MALADROIT AISLINGS OF ONEIRODYNIA BECAUSE OF LOLLOPING AND LOIMIC PLAGUES OF WANIGANS OF WANCHANCY RIGGED FOR FRIGOLABILE VANGERMYTES ATTEMPTING JATOS OF LICENTIOUS LICENSE AGAINST THE KENSPECKEL MEGALOGRAPHY OF PROMACHOS SUFFRAGE BECAUSE OF RIBALD AND COARSE ENVIES ABORIGINAL ONLY TO DULLARDS THAT PERVULGATE MYTHOS IN THEIR CORROSIVE WORLDVIEW SEEKING THE WIDEST FOOTPRINT OF CRETACEOUS BOWDLERIZATION IN A WEAK AND PALTRY INTEMERATION FOISTED BY THE WORST SORORICIDE OF FRATERNAL TRUST BECAUSE OF BROCKFACED VILLAINY TO TEMPESTUOUS TO IGNORE OR FLOUT BECAUSE THE STOKEHOLD SPOKESHAVEN WIDDERSHANCY OF CIPPUSTURE IS THE MIGHTIEST FORCE FOR UPHOLDING INTEGRITY EVER WAGERED ON CHRONOPSYCHOLOGY BECAUSE THE UPRIGHT URCEOLATE OCREATED CREATURES THAT EVADE EVERY NOYADE AND ANTICIPATE EVERY CHANDELLE MIGHT THEY REBUKE THE EVIL WEGOTISM CRIPPLING OUR TIMES WITH JIMSWINGERS THAT USE RAGMATICAL WHIPLASH AGAINST DRAMATIC WHIPSTAFF TO PARALYZE THE PROGRESS OF THE LONGEVITY OF TIME ITSELF PROTENSIVE IN DURESS TO SCAFFOLD THE BRIMBORIONS ABOVE THE BARRULETS BECAUSE OF CARDIMELECH PRAXEOLOGY. WE LIVE IN A VERY DISEASED WORLD THAT SEEKS IN ITS SICKEST HUES OF REVANCHE IN THE EXCLAVES OF TYRANNY OF MENTICIDE BECAUSE OF ORGANUILLES WE FIND THE DESPOTIC DESPERATION OF THE SURQUEDRY OF SURDOMUTE RETARDATION THE NEW APLOMB OF THE COUNTERCULTURAL DIABLERISM OF ALL SECULAR FORCES WORKING TOGETHER FOR DESTRUCTION RATHER THAN CIVILIZED CAMARADERIE WHICH IS BRAZEN ENOUGH TO SURVIVE EVERY WOODSHEDDER AND EVERY CHOMPING SHARK OF RADICATED TYRANNY OF TINSELLATED ABEYANCE BECAUSE OF OBROGATIONS IN INTERREGNUM. WE NEED TO DESTROY THE PEOPLE THAT INSEMINATE IN THE SEMINAL A CARNAL LUST THAT DEPRAVES ALL PERCOLATIONS SUCH  THAT THE HALKEND BECOMES A PARASELENIC PRACTICAL JOKE OF STULTIFICATION BECAUSE OF ROORBACKS ROARING AGAINST YERNAGE FOR SPECIOUS SOPHISTRY THAT MANACLES THE ONEIROCRITICISM OF AN UPRIGHT AGE OF OPHILIOPHILISTS RATHER THAN DECADENCE INSTRUCTED BY THE WORST MONGERY OF MONSTERS WHO CAROUSE AS INSOUCIANT PURVEYORS OF ADAMANTINE RIGORS OF STRAIN AND STRENUOUS DIVERSION. WE CANNOT STOMACH THE EVIL DIABLERISM OF GOETICS DERIVED FROM THE PERCEIVED SAMIZDAT WHICH PREVENTS ALL GEZELLIG AS A SICK CABALLINE PRACTICAL JOKE OF MOUNTAINS OF EVIL DISTRUST THAT WHERRET ALL MUSICIANS OF THE IAMATOLOGY AGAINST NOSOCOMIAL WHICKERS AND NEIGHING CAULDRONS OF MUGIENCE IN WROTH AROUND THE ISOLATION OF ONE PERSON FOR THE BOODLE OF ONE DERANGED ORGANIZATION WORKING IN EVERY ATTEMPT TO SABOTAGE ALL FREE MOVEMENT TOWARDS ENTELECHY AGAINST THE BETTER ASPECTS OF WHIGGARCHY OFTEN DEFAMED BY THE PERJURORS OF EVIL FLAMBEAUS THAT SEEK COMESTION AND CONFLAGRATION REGARDLESS OF THE NIDOR BECAUSE OF THE INTRANSIGENCE OF THE SUBTERNATURAL COSSETED PETS OF AUTHORITARIAN REGRESS IN THE STENCH OF  RANCID TRUCULENCE TRUCKLING ITSELF TO ROTUND EVIL OBLATE NUTATION IN MENDACITY.

By: Cedric McClester

How can we address
Things we don’t express
And think nevertheless
They will be redressed
Why should we assume
In a smokeless back room
Talk will then resume
As to how to close the wound

****** has returned
Because we haven’t learned
But now look who’s concerned
Now that the table’s turned
It’s creating quite a scare
Because it’s everywhere
In the suburbs they’re in prayer
Over who the Lord should spare

Go to college
Then go broke
And that’s not just a joke
There’s no mirrors or no smoke
It’s a sad reality
And I’m sure you would agree
Much to the banker’s glee
It’s affected you and me

Now there is no middle class
It’s regulated to our past
See it vanished much too fast
It’s either rich or poor by contrast
When conservative do what they does
Nothing stays the way it was
And perhaps that’s just becuz
They’ve put the past on pause

































Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.

We part but meet daily
In everything that moves
The caterpillar and the cranefly
The fairies with dainty shoes

So what I laid out for you
In times of greatest best
Will always be before
As you get redressed

Don't look in the mirror
You will not find me there
But in the books I've chosen
And plant pots here and there


I sleep with the dollies
The ones from long ago
And all those you gave me
With your love to show.


To My lovely family
Love Mary ***

Today is for the living
  fate yet to take its toll

The reaper’s threats lie cold and bare
  when not yet on his roll

Life belongs to those who bleed
  with joy and pain redressed

The will to live—Your love to give
  those things denied to death

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

Burn my iPad my unseen thoughts.
All my secrets in ones and naughts.
Am I in the cloud? Do I fall in rain?
When I’m gone will mist remain?

Facebook account none must see.
Digital dreams of a now lost me.
Deleted now so you can’t follow.
Was your old man ever your hero?

Was he just some prancing Gloria?
Or did, she suffer from gender dysphoria?
Shame dispersed in hidden dressers.
Silicone *******, his hidden treasures.

Discarded bras and satin slippers.
Now dead dreams of a secret Cinders.
High heels and bows, just a conceit.
These shoes to big for dainty feet.

Questions asked, thoughts suppressed.
Are all your memories to be redressed?
Did he lie, did our dad transgress?
Did he walk about in a floral dress?

Ashes scattered a dream now fading.
His secret life completely baffling.
I loved you both my life not wasted.
My soul was real my life not blighted