Arterial

Best skip Vampire Town
Before the sun goes down
Or you’ll be drained of every single drop

And you know inside it’s true,
There’s nothing you can do
Unless you run and run and never stop.

Back Talk

I have to work my way up to erect
But it’s not what the lewd might expect
And you just may have a hunch
If, like me, you’ve worked an awful bunch.

Pirated

As your digital self is entangled
With the quantum mechanics of why
You reach for the fruit that is dangled
Although it’s a virtual lie

The code you rely on? Corrupted
By viral invaders who seek
A signal, that once interrupted
Shall scramble the will of the weak.

Lop Sided

Were justice yours to mete
Would your arm complete
The fatal arc?
Did it just get that dark?
The downside of defeat—
It’s bound to leave a mark.

Etherium

I thought of Mom a lot today
The only thing that I can say:
I hope you are at peace somewhere
In the aether, no despair.

Minutum Cerebrum

Those with stunted frontal lobes appear
To think that we should make our farmers steer
Away from growing substances required
To help ensure we don’t wind up expired
And if you feel such actions aren’t insane
You may have a similarly affected brain.

Short Order

An hour can make you regret
A lifetime that you let
Opportunities go

When you’re drenched in sweat
But there are tickets yet
Then you’ll know

Refuse the urge to fret
No future is set
Change can quickly show.

Fluency

I answer the birds when they sing
They anxiously tweet back their part
I don’t know what’s said, but here’s the thing:
Melody speaks to the heart.

🤡 🌍

The more polished the turd
The more that I cringe
Plasticity preferred
By bleaters that binge
On fakeness. Absurd?
Oh, more than a tinge.

Have a Nice Day

Seeing through the lies
Is not that great
You don't feel all that wise
Just more irate

And if you actually try
To sit and share
They look you in the eye
With that odd stare

You’re better off to grab
Your tongue and squeeze
Or simply stick with drab
Preprogrammed pleasantries.

Anna Graham

Anna Graham
Took the tram
To the mart
Filled her cart

Paid her tab
Had to bat
Her eyes to nab
A checkered cab.

Waive

He saw the flag that was waving him in
Not the red ones, and now chagrin
Has left him stuck, without an oar
So he learned to curse in semaphore.

Effect

The sun came up, I felt a twinge
Of awe as gold began to fringe
The clouds that framed an endless sky,
Another day, another try.

It seems that spring is finally here
It’s best when may turns crystal clear,
This vista that commands my view
Inspires me to follow through.

Craftsmanship

To make some food that isn’t lame
You have to tame
The fearsome flame

To vinify a vintage wine
The sun must shine
Upon your vine

To write a soul arousing song
Invite the throng
To sing along

To find the least repressive place
Address the race
With love and grace.

Artistry

The butterflies and bumblebees
Are bouncing on the breeze
As blossoms bop their little heads
And twirl around with ease

This choreographer knows His craft,
A perfect scene in every shaft
Of light where every dancer treads,
A sweet ballet with each new draft.