silence. absence.
no one will speak, and no one will step up
and either way we are hungry.
hungry for food, but what does that matter
when the hunger for solace is greater?

when paper becomes water
and your family starts to drown
you start to think about the bigger picture.
the bigger school. if you'll ever get there.

you wonder what good your paycheck will do
in your own bank account
and you wonder what you can really give.

Rapunzel tried on the glass slipper
brought her by Baby Roo,
monitored closely by Badger,
whilst the Wind in the Willows blew.

The Emperor had on his new clothes,
ready to marry the one the shoe fit,
unaware that, from head to toes,
he was as bare as a closely shaved armpit.

But she cared not a wit, gave a squeak
of excitement - held in his thrall;
she was quite taken by his physique -
not an ugly duckling at all.

Little Bo Peep lost her sheep
When he fell down the rabbit hole.
Quickly she followed, landing in heap.
Squashing the caterpillar and a mole.

The sheep looked up and went back to smoking.
Bo Peep was in shock as Alice approached, waving her hand.
There's only room for one down here, she took a drag, nearly choking.
Then kicked Bo's ass back up the hole to Fairy Tale Land.

Lunatic Fringe

I trip the light facetious
in purple suede with fringe
to mortify conservative elite
were I more ambitious,
this skit would be a binge,
and my vengeance all the more complete

There goes the dish in a wrenching cry
no porn
no shopping
no channels
now
blown in the gusher
the sceech of wind
howling
with her hair
billowing flat out
in the wind

shes an animal
pulling down
the rooves of the
town
drowning
the lonesome
strays
in midnight grey
she's matting
down wiping
ground
free
fresh
destruction
born of the
Gulf
with wanton
spree

the world beckons who first ,
none know

who will have the first cup
you, i or Joe
tis all unknown

but the fact that i have an eagles eye
and a monsters fastidious brain
can't be just let go down any drain
in stream all my works shall remain

let our grandchildren read the same
and like Jess ,
hopefully they will not call us insane
as jokers amongst poets
we leave by the bye lane
let us as Neopoets
till then remain

HURRICANE

The tropical winds from the eastern shore
began to whistle through the outer corridors
like banshees screaming in the night.
the window shutters tight shook to near surrender.
I felt the loneliness weigh heavily on my soul.
as never before. for death was at my door..
I settled down in a corner of my room
wrapped in a blanket, lights turned to dim
as I waited for my world to end.