"Articulate douchebag"

Simper, slowly
Get to know me...
Extend the olive branch

Simper, comely
Now you know me...
So take off your pants

I always was a quick one
I always was so bright
Tempestuous and lonely
Some wine to start the night

2014

"Fian"

The creed proceeds the need indeed

But there’s no time to tame the steed

The freed agreed my toast of mead

But there’s no rhyme for men as we

Brimming mugs and ruddy faces

You find them in so many places

Grinning thugs and muddy spaces

The battles left so many traces

We all explain the war to you

We all estrange from four to two

When deranged the war was new

Once was plain and then it grew

Fights aren’t good for academics

Nights aren’t good for those in church

But if you try to speak to us

Might smash your face into the dirt

Esoteric Lancelot

Haven’t shaved since we first fought

Next the cleric blessed the spot

Always shaved and always taught

“Men there is a God for you

He is not old and is not new

He always wants to wait for us

Invented every prayer and cuss"

I spat my juice and thought a bit

“Preacher, you can’t teach me shit”

I took the bread and then I bit

“Teacher, where’s the grit in it?”

He looked at me and knew it true

I left him with a poignant clue

I could be saved and later was

But first I sobered from the buzz

2014

"Jargon"

choice patois
a culture's stroke
it gives them words
it lends them hope
forgot argot
a culture's past
when Dick was Rich
when bum was ass

vernacular
in many ways
is the fiber
of the days
spectacular
were ancient plays
but can you follow
words on stage?

need footnotes
for ancient text
Beowulf
or Dante's heck
we want to strive
for every next
or stay the same,
forget the rest!

2014

"Aesop sez..."

A story that is dilatory

Loses readers rather shortly

A story that is quite concise

Will get read, once or twice!

2013

"Red Heart"

Humble, bumble

Galvanize

Loved her face and loved her thighs

Fumble, crumble

At her eyes

Rubbed her space and once surmised…

“I’m the luckiest man in town”

Found another, ran him down

“Don’t you feel the lofty passion?

Don’t you reel and then imagine?

Don’t you know the place we hold?

Don’t you cherish passion’s gold?”

The man was very shocked on this

Completely blithe and almost pissed

Said “no my son, I’m quite depressed

My place is empty
Always messed

In youth I was quite like you

Until the ones became a two

However you delineate

We do not share a common fate

But I will give you this advice

There will be love

There will be fights

If you cherish any gold

Bury it in many holes

If you return and it is gone

There is no fairy’s magic wand

Fate won’t let you disabuse

So only buy her off-brand shoes

Never argue over news

Red it comes in many hues”

At this claim he was quite shocked

The door at home was left unlocked

She saw his eyes and felt the same

The man was true about his claim

Yes red comes in many hues

He never argued once at news

The closet full of off-brand shoes

But fate for them was without blues

2013

"Art-School Tool"

Feint with paint

Deceptive stroke

Ain’t it quaint?

Artistic trope

Taint the paint

Divest the work

Can’t it wait?

Ya hipster jerk!

2013

"Seasoned Hunter"

Procure the spoor, the track of boar.

Doe yesterday, I wanted more.

Know either way, in lands I tour.

No type of herd, escaped before.

2013