Posts Tagged ‘just for the chekhov it’

Seesaw

Monday, March 18th, 2013

Mind over matter or lobo

splatter of a readily reached

region, My epicenter.Com

 

Pewter chipped, reprogrammed, reset.

 Regret and now a brain fart, a

tart vegetable. Out of sync

 

With my sweet red beat. They speak of

 chemical imbalances, a

tragic faint foreshadowed until

 

I realize all is fair in this

dense heir. They will not confiscate

 this southern mental state. Hexed by

 

Celexa? or accept fair fate

Visual trifecta. Left right,

left, right, inner sight, stumble, re-

 

 Gain, refrain, play with the toys not

Your organs. Pituitary

playground, cerebellum jungle

 

Gym, true monkey bars, mental hide

 and seek. Close your eyes and count down

from ten. Seek until you hit The

 

Fence. Have a seat on a bench. Be

happy with the inch or take The

 green mile. Strapped in your own elect

 

Tric chair on top of your frame. Framed,

buckled in dimensions, dead dig-

its. Remembering math class and strain.

 vmc03/18/13

Eve’s Apple Bottom

Tuesday, March 5th, 2013

Eye Candy?

No, not for my precious cavities!

My holes made whole by nine foot knolls that

know me too well. My green escape from

Hell when there’s no one to tell of this special

Spell

spelt wrong in this book.

 

Like two foot gnomes who possess old cold pain

but never complain in the rain.

Their bodies were stained by pain-

t

or the pinschers that piss. Me off

wearing the weaved green on my sleeve.

 

Lips are chipped and chapped from

the Kiss that can kill. So, cold I know

when you are naked in snow and The

wind will blow.

OH!

 vmc03/01/13