The Red Maple




A grand maple tree
stands in the midst of a concrete jungle
Cigarettes to burn
as the world turns
Martinis consumed in the elegance
As well rounded philanthropists
are caught up in the element
Level of intoxicity reached
Current events transition into the irrelevant
The DJ spins trance
Spirits blossom in the dance

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The Red Maple night club has closed and in the grand finale I stood with the tree.  I closed my eyes while holding the limbs and found a deep meditation.  This tree has heard many of the nights whispers. It has seen young lovers kiss, heard secrets and kept them in the shadows, and watched over the patrons of this fine establishment since its conception.  It was an honor to dance for you…stand with you…let the druid speak as the winds gush.  You are loved.



Happy Umbilical Cord Release Day




I was a fetus once


In a 1980’s shoe box

Proof of infancy

A remembrance

Units of parental guidance

Have provided refreshments

As the light is dimmed


On top of a moist Betty Crocker

The seance begins

Nursery rhymes

Endorsing happiness

Someone cut the cord on this shindig

I think I’m going to need a drink.

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Birthday repost (It is my birthday and I’ll repost if I want to)

Writer’s Cock


Writer’s Cock

My brain is a zombie that feeds off words
which tends to daydream of signs that read
“Do Not Disturb”.
In moments of animalistic literary thought
basic instincts which can’t be taught.
Body parts prepare to show affection.
In laymen terms I believe it’s called a “Fear Erection”.
I’ve got one for that perfect sequence.
To prove I’m no jargon delinquent.
Drink a cup of wine and proceed to laugh.
The words morph into an image of a woman’s ass.
Maybe next week I’ll sit down to write.
Pen something really tight.
For now it’s all in my head
to obtain perfection is to pretend.

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Mad Prophet


Mad Prophet

In a land where words rot

All is not lost

An archived collage

Brought to fruition:  (Jfreshly’s Modern Linguistics: Song Blog)

From the madness

Nagging thoughts

Discarded phrases

Ripped out pages

Torn out by the heart

That’s always my favorite part

Where the lack of progress

Defines the dissension

Full frontal reality

Can make dreams

Hard to conceive

A cup of sand

A pot of soil

A jar of seeds

Collected in the company

From far off lands

To make anew.


His epitaph

chiseled in stone

 by the ancient scribes,

“This was his final resting place

where the mad prophet died”.

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Ambient Virus


Photo Credit: Brian Hal Schneider

Low flying nimbus
In the gradual decay of light
A poison laced virus
Delivered by the serpent
Derived by the beast
Chaotic head waves
Into fields of well kept curiosity
A face in morning dew
The perpetual sweaty lip
As the fever lifts.
How did I get to this place?


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Helium Subtext

Helium Subtext

What's real
Is the dance
Levels of thought
Constantly fought
Technological inventions
With the best intentions
I'd like to interject
A suggestion
Let the music play
Fade the wastes
Don't let the refrain
Tear you down
Generations lost
At such a holo-cost
In the springtime
To sit in a room
Is against the grain
Lack of sunlight
Jack Nicholson insane (The Shining)
Why was the world made?
Trajectory of the mirror
Gnarled face
Ready for the great escape
One day fame
A freestyle 
Derived on the foundations of 
Free will might just
Change the game

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Doubters be drinking dat


Pimps be wearing shoes dat

Gators made

Alligators be chillen in dat


Happy Gilmore days dat

Never fade

Mind erasers ( 2 ounces of vodka, 2 ounces of Kahlua® coffee liqueur, and 2 ounces of tonic water)

Boiler Makers ( One cold glass full of  Pabst Blue Ribbon ale, and one shot of Old Crow whiskey)

Served at a buffet of jimmies

A villa full of margaritas

Miss mamacita

Pleased to meet ya

Dr. Seuss

Intoxicated on the emotion of lust


Greatness on the cusp

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