Do not be distressed
that the puzzle is a mess
with pieces currently disjointed
Find the core of the picture
and work your way outward
to the outside fringes
crying out to be connected
This is the apex
of geometric precision
applied with meticulous patience
The Marketeer Extraordinaire
lives to create demand
Sometimes from thin air
The process of manipulation
involves tracing wants explored
then providing the hook
to reel the consumer in
without them ever suspecting
they are being played
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
Eaten straight up
in a wooden bowl
Three scoops is perfect
as a game time snack
Pretzels and chips not for me
I care not
if you think I'm a dietary oddity
Don't knock
what you won't try
Go there just once
and you'll ride on my side
The Lunar Obstructionists
craft a blueprint for the eclipse
as a statement protest
of it's illumination suppression
by oblivious solar powers
What ignorant
unenlightened fools
view as an act of #betrayal
is in fact
the only way
the desperate oppressed
can get a sliver
of global attention
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
Due to untoward reality
intruding on our best laid plans
integrity's integration
into the current political situation
has been postponed indefinitely
and sent back to committee
where it will be buried
with the forgotten ghosts
of reform proposals past
My ex's
frigid #Dear Me exit text
demanded a response
So I grabbed parchment
and penned
what needed to be said
in a romance sonnet
where petals and pages wed
to try and win her heart back
How pathetic is that?
stgreenie