Game On.

lost boy’s at it again
winning games
for no gain..

cozying up to a loaded
table with the other game
boys with lost
brains.

on stage where eyes like
to play their own
games,

true motives rarely
on display

cards get spilled, hard
feelings sway
,

and at the twinge of
first slur dealt,

“swish, swish” go
the blades
.

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Stage Fright

tie’s cut off at
the neck,

lipstick lacquered
thick as thighs

with flip of wispy
hair and a hard
tuck down
there,

hold on, i’ll be
right there!

those tits, what tits?
they’re a slight tho
healthy pair,

and they fill up bra’s
lacy black cups but
mostly with
air,

s’ok, really..

it’s all in how
they wear.

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Fever Lips

she pours a little hot
sauce over flush
cheek fever
,

i curdle in delight
until the fitted sheets
catch fire,

a mild lunge for
half glass of
of water

comes a
teardrop late,

for sparing hotbed,
heart stitch
pillows..

and me..

from such crispy,
grim fate
.

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image: https://www.andreiart.com/limited-editions/fever

Old Testament (Reading of the Will)

forgive me..

bone pickers of
the peanut
gallery
,

put the money sacks that
look like bodybags

away..

there’ll be no
winning today

for there’s no
lottery
,

and i’ve no marbled meat
nor any gold teeth
to gift you
,

nor the stretch of golden years
sketched over photos
of our memories,

oh memories, of which
you’ve clearly
stashed..

so many.

details down to the year
of print on pocket’s
last penny,

i’m nothing but dust and
this antedated
adieu,

and i gladly
bequeath both

in true faith,
to you.

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image: https://imgur.com/gallery/AgCTVMS

Blend of Strands

blend my DNA and with
yours and see if we
thread a future
much richer,

toss out the parts of me that
hinder forward flowing
progress, don’t need
anymore filler
,

we’ve had our thrills,
and overfills,

jammed our lanes packed
and spilled it darker..

on streets where shuffle
day’s fearful feet,

‘neath umbrella’s
thinning armor.

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image: http://thednalife.com/artist-spotlight-archan-nair/

I DNA-B-C U!

No 1

flooding thru all halls,
steppin’ down from
the high wire
,

a blind man trips over
his blue balls
,

narrow in escaping singe
of homespun flame,

wheels spin until they stall
spokes dissolve in man’s
free fall
,

face’s selfie-side is velcroed
to cell’s lone padded
wall
..

suckling tail of flimsy
robe like it’s hard
candy

cheeks puffed out like
frog that swallows
all toads
,

but sucks hard
candy..

by the trash
load.

man leaks a raspy shriek
like shrek.

oh heck,

seems he’s gone caught his
tongue in teeth of one
sharp zipper,

then managed to bang splinted
shin on rounded table
corner,

only to strike a new-slinged
wing on marble
counter
.

hear that?

man commencin’ final
tick-down on nubs
of missing
fingers

10, 9, 8..

still not feelin’
any great.

..7, 6, 5..

chews his jaw
gone
..

..4, 3, 2..

picks at skins like glue,
can’t see any sign
of sun..

can you?

just dark spots over
tin roof’s rain
..

seems i forgot a number,
guess it never
came
,

.. just harder
rains

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a blush moon hangs

when the heart pounds chest,
it’s best to listen,

far better than we did throughout
our white-bread schooling,

but it seems that love’s still
the only lesson worth
our learning,

as for the rest,
well..

we’re still unlearning,
and unraveling
,

now and again,
gotta poke the coals to
keep a good fire
burning

and..

a blush moon from
blackening.

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image: https://www.theadobefineart.com/roberto-ugalde/blood-moon-campfire

it’s heavy, all this being.

i’m not as clever
as he,

not as mighty
as she..

but every bit
astray..

as we.

guess i’ll never reek
of rich like he

and i’ll never grow
poor with
greed,

nor will i be pretty
like she,

nor should i really
care to be
,

in truth, it’s not so
bad being me
,

just wish sometimes
i could let someone
else lift me
,

it’s heavy, all
this being.

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image: https://www.ebsqart.com/Artist/Jaime-Zatloukal-Best/4440/Art-Portfolio/Gallery/Jaime-Best-Brush-Name-Bellatrix/Feeling-small/519897/

…so lighten up. 😉