The orange bottomed bumble bee
has always been a curiosity
being such a biological rarity
Somber botanists get distressed
fearing near future extinction
of these freakish insects
who have long been the object
of scholastic speculation
The orange bottomed bumble bee
has always been a curiosity
being such a biological rarity
Somber botanists get distressed
fearing near future extinction
of these freakish insects
who have long been the object
of scholastic speculation
The wind had left the city
taking the past with it
In the bedlam that ensued
body bags were dispersed
along with a questionnaire
for identification purposes
of a dazed populace
Who knows your secrets?
And are they still relevant?
I cant read poetry with hiccups
It's just not a tenable mixture
Some would say
it's a combustible deal
Meet me under the bleachers
for a little friction
A prerequisite for passion
even if it is
relationship explosive
in the final toxic reel
I like my onions pickled
with the caveat attached
that they be not consumed
if I anticipate a potential
kissing session
with a willing she participant
The breath mint
has yet to be created
that can mask the pungent odor
of this romance repellent
I like my onions pickled
Vacuum sealed
in the finest brine
Freshness is always the #intent
Fighting the forces of spoilage
that compromises all content
as time and environment
conspire to wreck
the perfect carnivore condiment
I like my onions pickled
and my women #feral
Or is it the other way around?
Tis a trivial distinction
when riding on the wild side
with on top condiments
and soft companionship
Just judge me not for my tastes
that don't suit your narrow palate
He didn't like it
when the stars moved
in tandem with the moon
leaving the night sky
#barren of illumination
Darkness condemnation
is historically
part of the human condition
which taps into our darkest fears
of abandonment
He didn't like
when the stars moved
because without
this celestial distraction
the forlorn man
had an eternity to ruminate
with his perpetually pissed life mate
the interminable sentence
attached to their divine prison
I sank slowly into it
That mattress
sure was a disappointment
when it came to firmness
and physical support
which really messed up
our surreptitious tryst
rendezvous as planned
Comfort should not matter
but it does
to us middle age adulterers
I remember blueberries
fraught with poison
stacked in a glass bowl
looking devilishly delicious
to those who knew not
it's toxic secret
I used to partake
for the death defying thrill
though I always made sure
never to swallow
the toxic bittersweet lure