Miss Informed
I knew a woman who got things all wrong. She’d quote a poem, say it was a song. She’d call a gong a bell, a bell a gong. She’d go on much too much and … Read more
I knew a woman who got things all wrong. She’d quote a poem, say it was a song. She’d call a gong a bell, a bell a gong. She’d go on much too much and … Read more
Whatever you do, don’t go near the quints. They’ll pluck your eyes and grind them into mince. Born to evil and grown madder since, their very presence makes one want to wince. It’s just as … Read more
Life is an arrow pointing down, a signpost from the heavens to the ground. It’s sharply beveled tip reminds you, blood or crip, that you’re just a prisoner here on loan. The direction that you … Read more
He wants to play your part. He knows your lines by heart. He’s got your moves all down. He’s hoping you might drown. And every time you sneeze, he gets down on his knees. If … Read more
Beyond the beyond is an everlasting pond. Above the above is a branch that holds the dove. Inside the inside is a mystery untied. Below the below there are things we cannot know.
Old smoke’s been replaced by vapor. Cigar’s outmoded as paper. Cowboys no longer ride horses, drive their UV’s to golf courses. No stage robbers, cattle rustlers. Outlaws now are stock fraud hustlers. The old west … Read more
I knocked when I was holding pairs. I fell once going up the stairs. I had a run but no one cares. The day after cards is annoying, the images burning and cloying. My three … Read more
Point well taken. Point well made. Pointed chin and pointy head. Match point, set point, point in time. Pointed remark. Pointless rhyme. Pointer dog and Pointer Sister. Hey, you, don’t point at me, mister. Shaving … Read more
We’re protecting the future for children. Our machines just might be their salvation. We’ll send tanks to the good revolution and stealth jets to a prosperous nation. While the usual weapons byproducts sometimes color our … Read more
The thought bubble is in trouble. Tracking thinking, lights are blinking. Auras pass in chilling whiffs of time. Put the nation on vacation. Inner vision rots in prison. Best to quell the thoughtful, praise the … Read more
Illogical pit stops Waste deep in the forest Infecting the shrine zone Project our dark skies. While under the curtain, Where nothing is certain, When staring at shark eyes, The festival dies. There’s no calibration … Read more
The statue of the laundress stands in mute assessment. The day crinkles like celluloid, producing rodent sounds. The church league wakes with thoughts of holy toast. Garage doors yawn mechanically. The cool air spits colors. … Read more
Len was a guy who’d get you anything, komodo dragon eggs to diamond ring. He’d get you tee times at the best golf course or any drug you’d need from weed to horse. He’d get … Read more
Scraps on roof. Vanishing pockets. Has bin. Shoot penguin out window. Wood shoes need oil. Baby’s circumference shrinking. Head of rat. Halt who stays there. Muttering rice. Lick the foursome. Finite geography. Passing in. Sleeps … Read more
The playground sky brushed by in its amusement as the birds united in swift flight. The hard ground played its games of soft confusion as hours, like flowers, grew petals of the night.
I’m ice cold and my hands are blue. I feel the wind right through my shoe. I’ve got no roof or home to shelter me, the human discard of society. I’m a homeless man in … Read more
Our faction has successfully the enemy exposed. It is no surprise, therefore, so many’ve been disposed. The body count implants the land with sullen hidden graves. The lord abstains, the lord disdains, abandons earth to … Read more
Left-handed bowling alleys of the future will become sudden glory things one day. The roads that drove the tribe to next to nowhere will be rerouted, find another way. The pins that fall are most … Read more
The sin also rises, and sets prices. The market is paying in beanstalks again, and the giants of industry wear camo. The center has held. It’s the outside that’s spinning to pieces. The casting of … Read more
I’d like to buy a frigate for a song. The tune would be a rousing little ditty. The leaders I believed in were all wrong, went one-by-one insane. It wasn’t pretty. And now I need … Read more