Bloggy McWeasel
  Threw out the last
Of his thoughts
 Kaaa-ChOOOOO!
   The silver amp had blown a fuse
In the corner of the basement
  “HEY, MOM!”
   Oh the stories
Bloggy would tell
  Great long stories
Of  Carved walrus teeth
  Said to be from the 1818
 British Expedition

Rejoice!

The ding dang 

   Awakeners 

                    Stooped and bent 

To the 

Task

   Sorry life we lead

    Knowing the worn out books

Of fabled 

Amnesia

 Return again tomorrow

   To the task

   Drawn and quartered 

 And set on a stout pig

Catch FIRE
  On the Seventh Day
God is in the details
  But nowhere near when you need him/her
2.
  Remember the FIRE
 Of Broken Days
  Leave the door behind
In a pile of leaves
3.
  There is no FIRE
   Just Days
  What door are we talking about
The door of mis-perception
4.
See Stations of Fire
  Laid out
 In a concerted effort
 To stem the tide
   The haulers
The painted red
The Rimbaud seekers
5.
 See the
Embers like bedbugs
  Itching scratching
 Flailing
  Catch a cold
From snot nosed kids
 6.
  The leavened bread
 Unfit for Easter
  They say
And yet they hate
My hobbit jokes

I haven’t a Way

 To fly 

Over cities

   Not a Boat

 Powered by 

                         Ambient dream waves

Not a drunken boat 

 Hammered by waves

 At night

  Out of the hands

 Of the haulers

  A boat that collects

 Scalps at night
And sells them
In the morning

 -

 Blood pressure

            &Lymphatic anomalies

  & Glucose 

&Sleep patterns 

& brain waves 

   - predicts 

Optimal 

Conditions - thus 

And into effect

Puts our weary 

Minds 

   

Late bastion
Of night
 Fickle flowers of kindness
 Say your name again
  I’ve watched with great intent
 But the garrulles
 And garnishment decorate
 A woeful story
  Let’s begin here...

Verily the spoons
Of war
 Begin their
Descent
 Into the cereal bowl
Of life
      crunch
 Crunch

O’er the ramparts indeed
   Flows the misery
      Stunningly
We sun ourselves
 W the neurosis
   In our hands
    Grabbing at the Golden ring
  Riding the carousel
  Atop carved ostriches and tigers
  Whee!

Kin cavalcade
 Sin estremious
? That’s ...not...a...word.
  Don’t stop
   Your selfie melted before you reached
 The bathroom
   What
    Are there lies being told?
 Ah joyueaux ano nuevoski
  Careering down the path
 With clouds overhead
 Spot a little flower
  And then what