poopling soup recipes #201

there was a bard down to his last dregs 
he could smell his devils rotten eggs
a shadow held his hand 
it's skin felt like wet sand 
as the bards opus ran out of legs 

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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

poopling soup recipes #209

there was an ape sitting in a tree 
he jumped from his damp nest to fly free 
orange leaf raindrops fell 
on the broke carousel
as the ape joined the fun parks debrie 

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poopling soup recipes #133

there was a peddler escaping jail
through the belly of a great white whale 
only to be stranded
when darkness expanded 
as the white whale slowly did exhale

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poopling soup recipes #130

there was an old poet oracle 
who saw all fate as historical 
when he saw his own end 
it drove him round the bend 
the poet's doom allegorical

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poopling soup recipes #138

there was a witch living in a box 
her partner was a bit of an ox 
their romance a pox maze 
to the end of their days 
when their storms washed away their love box  

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authors  notes 


pox -,a curse.

poopling soup recipes #202

there was a wizard cutting a lime 
the lime aroused an internal rhyme 
he watched one more sunset
smoked his last cigarette 
then that wizard met with father time 

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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

an inflating haiku

inflations just greed
tree crowns blocking the daylight 
roots draining pockets  

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poopling soup recipes #198

tales from the multiverse 8

there was a pale clown lost in nightmares 
dragging his scythe as he climbs the stairs 
to close the trap door 
where gods fall for war 
the pale clown died to stop the god's heirs

the end 

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poopling soup recipes #137

there was an old witch who slept with worms
inside an apple to ward off germs 
dreams corrupt the lost young 
turns their future to dung 
yet an old dead witch feels how life squirms 

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black heart,black eyes

i'm in a hotel room
searching 
for a biblical coaster 
to rest 
my empty forty oz
black heart on 

i'm looking through
my 
empty forty oz 
dismembered limb
like
 it was an intoxicating 
telescope

i'm gazing with my 
mechanical
insightful tongue  
 at the moon 
that's staring 
salivating 
back down at me
with two 
smashed crazy crater  cracked 
jacked 
black eyes 

i scout the heavens 
for a suicidal wish
 to exhume 
but 
fallen angels 
don't 
exists at exits 
only hookers 
getting in and out of cars 
along 
k road 

i watch 
dark rum tears 
drip 
from the corners
of the moon's 
smashed crazy crater  cracked 
jacked 
black eyes 
down 
my telescopes long neck
to saute 
my parched metal dog 
lolling 
sponge tongue  
  
below 
lemon juice laughter 
flayed of divinity 
squeezes 
out of sewage grate strip club doorways 
to 
nostalgically waft 
into my room
where 
i sit alone 
tormenting my bastard birth defects 
with 
new year cigars
laced 
with arsenic tears 
to
 choke back dear nobodaddy’s 
burnt 
scripture words
left behind 
in common error 
for me to scatter    

i have fallen meditating 
from
 my rock above the fray 
into the gutter 
where
bowed head minotaurs 
read their entrails
to the blind messiahs 
playing dice 
at their  
scavenged fleshed
gnawed away 
altar bone
sandal feet 

like the devoted 
messiahs
i am devilless by abandonment 
just another 
spat out fallen hero
that
only exists as a ghost
on
labyrinth street 
walking 
amongst the pimps 
and the hookers 
who are busy answering 
their blind gimps
contaminated 
insignificant  
fallen star wishes  

a scavenger 
street sweeping machine 
cleans my bare foot 
to the metal bone
as i stand limp 
reproduced
on the 
opposite street corner
where i ask
the 
rusted taxi for asylum
from this drowning world
as 
i swallow blankety blank pills 
with a lead goblet 
of 
black humor rum 
to wash the angry wraiths 
bitterness away 

ahhh
tonight's sky 
is void of cupids raining arrows
as the disfigured moon 
with the 
smashed crazy crater  cracked 
jacked 
black eyes 
silently yawns through the windshield 
haunting me 
as the 
rusty taxi accelerates 
up 
the freeways boat ramp
with it’s 
windshield wipers 
squealing across slate 
while 
i consume  
my empty black heart
while watching the rising 
turbulent oceans 
krakens
hump frantically 
in the
 rear view mirror 


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