look at me
I’m Washington D.C.
a whore now
to a dick (tator)
and desecrator
with puny parades
patriotic charades
with gold gilded upgrades
to colonnades
that echo another
country’s glory days
look at me
how did it
come to be?
-30-
look at me
I’m Washington D.C.
a whore now
to a dick (tator)
and desecrator
with puny parades
patriotic charades
with gold gilded upgrades
to colonnades
that echo another
country’s glory days
look at me
how did it
come to be?
-30-

like a scarab beetle hiding in a pile of dung there’s an area of the brain that lurks just beyond conscientiousness
superstition
it lurks in the dark alleys of homosapien’s minds
sometimes surfacing in real time
a crippling fear of the unknown combined with stupidity
superstition is patient
it waits for its prey
like a panther hiding
in the dark fringes of human consciousness
waiting for an opportunity
to challenge reality
-30-

in the dead of night, the crickets crawled across the graves taking care not to rub their legs together and disturb the stillness and soundlessness of the ancient graveyard
at the end of the road a dim figure strode towards the last resting place for humanity taking care not to upset the serenity of the humid night
the moon slowly rose in the sky above the place where people went when they died
silhouettes of lost souls strolling in the eerie quietude of endless tombstones overgrown with mantles of moss flitted through the overgrown grass unaware of the stranger
phantoms of the past paraded over the marble mausoleums of the rich and famous with impunity born from being deceased for millenniums
the young husband approached the recent grave of his young bride, while raising a pistol to his head and calling out her name though she was dead
The silence suddenly screamed…
-30-

There are shelves full of secret books
filled with words of wisdom
standing silently and securely
in a hidden room
waiting for humanity
to come of age
but the age of heroes
has sadly passed
and only ignorance
exists in the void
-30-

her sinewy limbs unfold
into positions so bold
that nothing is impossible
as she twists and coils
around the mat
like a jungle cat
her beautiful muscles
rippling with power
not an ounce of fat
in this pretty acrobat
-30-

what the Chihuahua said
went right to the Pug’s head
the praise was extreme
and came in a steady stream
but it was insincere
meant for a gullible ear
the praise was a ploy
like a rubber toy
a distraction
an animal interaction
where the Chihuahua
got mean satisfaction
watching the Pug’s reaction
to his insincere words
that were like mockingbirds
-30-

Lucy wrapped the shawl around her tight
it was a cold and foggy night
in London town
when there was hardly
anyone around
in the dead of night
shadow phantoms
danced on alley walls
amid the urban blight
when Lucy saw him
she called out “JACK”
are you alright?
Her lover grinned happily
in absolute delight!
-30-

out in the bayou one day
I saw an alligator
coming my way
I watched in fascination
as he did majestically sway
ever nearer to me
in the muddy clay
smiling in glee
but I didn’t flee
I looked at him
defiantly
unfortunately for me
he had a buddy
and…
-30-

for those who want to know
fiction can be fraudulent
in many ways
literary forgeries
can amaze
using real people
in fictional context
is also one of the ways
to cheat readers
with pilfered phase
beware
there’s sneaky writers
out there!
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No one was faster than Finn
who could outrun the wind
with his Cheetah-like limbs
he was as fast as a Ferrari
or a Lamborghini
on an endless track
to hell and back
his speed was a sight to see
more impressive than a Humvee
Finn was all he could be
-30-
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