Homefries

My happiness lingers like homefries.

short-lived lust for caloric explosion

becomes long-term disgust for carbohydrate

compulsions.

dying potatoes fry inside four hundred and fifty

degrees of future fatness.

Still, I want them wickedly.

Yes, I’d kill to munch their crunchy badness.

Ore Idea has a raunchy idea.

It wants to toxify my arteries,

greasify my guts

into puddles of potato pudding.

Its plan is to inspire

a parasitic potato playground that

pummels fat cells into my buttocks.

an anti-paradise.

Home is not where the fries are.

Homefries humble lumpy love handles.

They hinder the healing process of dutiful

dieting under duress and

mini-dresses. They annihilate visions

of Victoria secret g-strings, catapulting
desires for Demi Moore mirages

into Rosie O Donnell realities.

There’s no place like homefries. There’s no place like homefries..

Thought of the Day

Money is a necessary nuisance.

Barbarian Sonnet

A moment arrived in which I pleaded for my conscience to take quick form.
The library had dulled drastically as dinnertime hours approached, a penultimate silence. The only distant sound a laborious print job long forgotten-- I heard the end coming as printer's sighs became less frequent, a spent cow after labor. Wondering why I was here, I sighed, bundling up my small pile of listless novels. Undergrad days ended years ago, yet still I liked to linger at Littleton Library, depending on Dante to guide me through the inferno of daily life. Or something. What I really need is to be more grounded.

I reminiscently pick up an unabridged edition of Jane Eyre but shrug it away in disgust. Been there, done that. I reflect on the events of yesterday. Nah, I'd rather not. I cringe, and chew gum and fingernails with reverence.

Presently, a vibration soon interrupts my pathetically unprofound thoughts. My shoulder bag buzzes, a modern day poltergeist in my midst.

The number on the screen haunts me with a familiarity I can't quite place.

“Hello?” I croak.

Anyone have any ideas on how this story should play out? Who is on the other end of the line?

Provocative

Soles suede slide smooth on icy floors tonight
your mouth leaks spite like faucets rotten teeth
i saw you claw through clouds bathed blue and white

charm dies on islands mad with misfit boys
doomed days depend on dainty painted bells
red buckets fraught with sins in time for toys

cold crawls in midnight mirthful deep embrace
could beg you to believe me if I reasoned
your lies negate warm happy harlot faces

like shadows in dark corners of my dreams
invade me or deceive me as you please
just don’t pretend to be love’s mystery

Monthly Anti-Muse

The daggers dull squeak purple crimson spikes
convulse and moans mirth pools of painful plight
the ache creeps stakes through belly’s bed tonight
make arch scream leave for languid loops of snooze

small monsters clench the curtains of my loins
old organs scream forgo the chorus muse
relief is brief in this chaotic scene
raw savage stomp on fertile ground obscene

pave paths for seeds to sprinkle as they sow
time ticks and grip begins to break away
claws sense the end and vow to come again
the war postpones on my fecundities

until this month has moved into the next

and hormones come to hunt me down in jest!

A glimpse

Saw you walkin’ somewhere
Stridin’ speed, barefoot
Like nowhere existed.
Gus’ gamble
must’ve got you good.
Tell me tomcat,
Where’s your grin,
Gin got the best of you?
I want a silk sunset
Soaked in stripes
of what you used to be.
You were my mystery;
A martyr to the entity
Of you and me.
Sing me like a sonnet
Unsoothed by
Drowning uber bliss,
unWrung with
backwards,
empty tenderness.
remember forgets
that mingled with
moonlight’s luck,
the clock struck love
too late to fetch a buck.
fate flips you a dime
soul’s on the line
your fortunes spun
lust
into lavender
regret
yet Once you laughed color
like Rococo,
and
Breathed lyrics that
Poeticized rock into
gold.
Picture me a painting
secrete your Dreams
In measured meters because
I need to know you
In pieces.
Saw you walkin’ somewhere
Stridin’ speed, barefoot
Like nowhere existed.

fame greets your train
now love’s just a game.

Reasons For Ambiguity

You
Slide meaninglessly
across Tiles,
Insipid charm, chilling.
Your smile screams
Miles of sunshine, collapsing
into
Caverns of cold, Casual
underground Embraces.
I could beg you, believe me.
We could languish
over
Love at first
Sin,
War if we want to.
We put on our pjs-
fight, crawl at night
under powdered clouds
salted with
synthetic rain,
emotional refuse.
We giggle our lives into
dane cook
Comedic Oblivions.
Ogle with eyes like Nemo goggles
And cuddle cute Kisses
uncontrolled
by
Christmas
Sugar cookies crumbs,
in spite of some.

throw them away,
take them away,
put them away.

just Love me
Like lois And clark, I
Dare you
to Superman My daydreams
Windowless;
faint whispers in daylight
caress me
Like you do,
yet dreams
Also Deceive me
like
you do.

M.c.S