Perf-ect

Tiny perf you’re short for something

Words that get chopped consider where goes the rest

A tiny graveyard made just for them

The character we invent to be the task master of this imagined penal colony…

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Do you keen for your ending mates?

The other parts the completeness you never knew you missed?

What Happens over Jazz

Words fly and are the measure of man
Take stock of your syntax, your sinful desire
See what you are
What you were
Realizing that the past was a sum total of an equation you forgot
Sitting, languishing in a book bag never cleansed.

Intrepid reason collides with plebeian emotion
Trying to out do each other, the dare comes out
The double dog, the triple, can you handle that?

Graded heads bowing and bobbing to the god we created
not of blood and bone but of high minded intellect
worship until we weep, panting plaintively over another one
lost to the faith we have so carefully constructed.

Burned on a Saturday Night

Hot milk – steamed bliss

Running out of that marvel machine – hiss…

Comes from a cow, but don’t tell me how

You make it sound only like so much… well

From boy to grown man, is there anything better?

The smoothness of cream, the sweetness of butter

A love affair that began at state fairs

4H you are the one true god

Melatonin, melatone-down my life

It’s a mad mad mad mad cow disease

To keep a secret so incomprehensible

complex drink full of math and chemistry

whipped and added, frothed and chilled

boiled, putrefied, curdled and milled

Romance of lactose, a sweet caress on the tongue

For that frothy Freudian, my tastes yearn

Yet… wait, my lid? Is it not on quite right—sigh

And now what’s there to show? Second degree burns.