Let’s get drunk at the library
and have a book party!
“What a good time!” she said
in an excited whisper.
scrambled blackout poetry created from F. Scott Fitzgerald,
ha ha
funny, or at least I think so
Writing up a storm
phoenix monsoon storm
haboob isn’t dirty word
it is dusty though
Alternate ending
“Hester unadulterated. The end.”
altered prose – found poetry, created from
Losing count
Damnit! I binged
again II day
IV life was hard
and so I
VIII my stress away.
O why do I so of X gorge?
Since turning XL
I’ve been extra large.
All-nighter
Mockingbird lives in a tree just outside our door —
and every spring he tells songful bedtime stories
about his ardent quest to find a mockingmaiden —
his lovely talented tales start with once upon a time
then it’s nonstop plot and plagiarism all night long
with the happy ending note sometime near dawn!
Orkestrel
Birdsong: a branch of music.
Proof of youth
Be thou not ashamed of lust —
desire was born in primal dust
it mingled with the seas of life
to make the mud we know as love
Winter’ish
In Phoenix, Jack Frost doesn’t nip — he just tickles.
Zzzzzhakespeare
reading in my cozy bed, ridiculously late
words begin to slur and rhymes, to blear
my eyelids fight me — like a heavyweight
goodnight, sweet sleepy zzzzzhakespeare
Renewal
sorry, no autumn this year —
earth didn’t pay the subscription fee
after the free trial of summer ended
Eye floaters
snakes and worms
squiggles and sperms
phantom insects
crawling, free-falling
Storm story
princess lightning reigned
it was a dark and stormy
knight to fall in love
My heart
God completed my heart
then you finished it —
mortal combat style