The fields were not
as empty as he thought
but his soul was a barren plain
laid to waste
after the #tempest self created
blew through his firewall unabated
and leveled all feeble moral restraints
The fields were not
as empty as he thought
but his soul was a barren plain
laid to waste
after the #tempest self created
blew through his firewall unabated
and leveled all feeble moral restraints
The fields
were not as empty as he thought
which cramped his plans
for reflective peace and quiet
in this urban environment
littered with boisterous children
intent on enjoying play time
The fields were not as empty as he thought
so this steamy sexual tryst
was videoed by drone technology
to capture their sin of infidelity
The cynical detective
in possession
of the cheating session
would take full advantage
of the blackmail opportunity
for personal profit
The fields were not as empty as he thought
because lurking in the thickets
was the mythical snake in the grass
which was not greener on the other side
with the blood of a serpentine puncture wound
adding a crimson flavor to the scene
The fields
were not as empty as he thought
so he had to run
across the endless plain
as if traversing
an obstacle course
that mirrored his jagged life
like a way too obvious metaphor
What time is breakfast?
queried the privileged man
who viewed himself a king
to his exhausted wife
whom he viewed dismissively
as the hired help
Coroners determined
he died with a full stomach
of eggs and arsenic
What time is breakfast?
I missed it?
Slept through the time parameter?
Damn
Why must meals
be at the mercy
of the fickle clock?
Just like the rest of us
always dawdling
behind the times
tardy stragglers
What time is breakfast?
I'm having mine in bed
With you hopefully
Though you are a thousand miles away
your sultry syllables sway
over the text airwaves
in such a stimulating way
it makes me feel
all hot and sticky
I just pray you are real
What time is breakfast?
is the go to query
for binge drinkers
seeking solid sustenance
Break out the eggs and beer
for a little alcohol absorption
as dawn breaks over the diner
for the blurry patrons
who survived the carnage
of the previous evening
If you turn it clockwise
do it til it hurts
Pain is the cleansing agent
for us of the Animal Class
whom civilization has made numb
When you separate the beast
from it's core instinct
we became domesticated
and easier to control
but damn
it ain't US anymore