though difficult to turn around
when egos are inflated.
I hope you do not mind my friend
when I engage in laughter (?) ,
you will, just trust me, in the end
accept it or be dafter.
Prooxidants are little thieves
though without doubt essential,
but he, the chemist who believes
that Pauling’s own credential
was not enough to know this stuff,
to grasp the simple science
stands all alone with his small bluff
in petulant defiance.
the lower one had quite a diphe liked to smoke and take a nipchopped his cigars with one quick snipand with his thumb and fingertiphe’d grab the end and let it flipwhich landed on a girl who’d skipmost of the day, she wore a biba miniskirt and silken slipand may I give you just one…
her little tickler.She said dear fellowyour dipstick is too scrawny,and soft as Jell-O.He nodded sagely,it’s why I’m into searching,and did you page me?Keep looking, really,it’s lingual persuasion,I’m giving freely.
Today she is quite troublefree,she’s had a hysterectomy.He, on the other hand did pee,he had to stop at every tree.At night he dribbled much you see,he had a prostatectomy.They met and talked about their lot.He mentioned that he used a potfor him the weather was too hot,for her, while pantyless, ’twas not.Soon after they decided…
Through heart tangled bracken,Brambles, nettles,The pace never slackens.Sharp thorns may rakeOur thoughts, flying wildWith Hawk and WolfFey untamed child.Ripe berries stainHeals fresh wounds gatheredOur quickening gainsIn spirits un-tethered.The steps we danceTo the tune of the soulfrom dawn of creationAs two made whole.Hawk answers:I am coming, my lovelyand I reach for your hands.You say bracken and…
of molten lava, made by horny elveswhere time stands, strangely, still for ourselves.Abandon reason and the thought of all tomorrowsand look to me as one who humbly borrowsthe thought of you, the touch of apparitionand slithered helplessly into this passive mission.Born with a strength of ego and worldly autonomyrenounce the bonds to what it is…
Wheras you understandthat not all traits are lit,like amber lanterns in a foggy moor.‘You are advised therefore, to ask yourself,have I alerted you to silent, hov’ring pleasance?Has your pituitary picked up my scent?Deep inside dark caves of heavy stones and mossy boulders,among the ruins of battles fought in rowdy decades,there lives a spirit that has…
