two of us

there must be a vast depth
to the vault of your mind
and it must be a challenge
to leave all reason behind
while in this matchbox city
where all intellect has pined
which leaves the two of us

that sparkling shroud of faith
which kept your innocent soul
has finally torn in two
in your visions left a hole
all security has withered
and all humanity lost control
which leaves the two of us

the gray ashes of the loved
so weighted and so pale
resembles our keen mentality
that has bid the mission well
all confidence left in thought
but no thought shall prevail
which leaves the two of us

greater than all containment
yet most contained by strife
was the hope that left you stranded
casting in another light
our wrecking ball consciousness
demanding to move on with life
which leaves the two of us

10/16/2014

so here i stand.
face-to-face with that familiar object.
heavy as thick limestone,
always was.

nothing changes.
years and that's all, folks.
sanity cowers at that thought,
thrust back on my shoulders.

but this is life.
and there is conquering
and there is death.
not even a hero can escape it.

so here i stand.
nothing changes.
but this is life.
you win.

Merrily on High

dear mingo,

it's been long enough & i forgive you for shoving your face in my coconut cream pie.
what a pervert you are anyways, but man the world is still turning so i'd just as soon
eat my cheerios and scream "happy new year!" than ponder why my cat just died.

actually, they're due to create a new curse word because everybody is just getting
tired of hearing the same old sh-t. i won't question nobody especially when i aint
the one wearing a carhartt and some muddy boots.

please stop by your sister's soon and let her know this hinga has been meaning
to call her for some time now. hehaw merrily on high, and xmas is here.

your oldest pal,
the seagull

RAT'S NEST

5/21/13

Rat’s nest—so tangled and grotesque

Rat’s nest—such a sloppy unfit mess!

Rat’s nest—digging deep into my heart

Rat’s nest—a certain trap from the start!

Rat’s nest—forever I shall warn

Rat’s nest—happiness always torn!

Rat’s nest—those red ends split

Rat’s nest—clean it up a bit!

Pastry World

“baker, baker—

give me some sugar!”

screamed the young lad on his

way to his mother’s flower shop.

“try a cup of this,”

said the baker back,

throwing a cupful of lust and

pleasure in his face.

“gimme more, gimme more!”

the boy said so eager to

take in more worldly sugar

for his heart to digest.

“sorry,” said the baker,

“we’re sold out of that sugar.”

she knew she’d hook him good

then left him hanging on solely hope.

“I’ll try for some next door,”

the boy proceeded—right as

that angry baker shut

him out of her pastry world.

All Petered Out

sorry to say, but next time you bring me down i'm gonna ship you off to red china. it's nothing personal, but i will be an old man--i'd sell my soul to the elephant . . . please dont send me anymore grandfather clocks. ZING & "the war's going fine--aint it paleface?" says i, but then proceed to put the barrel of a bazooka with Pety Cringe's name engraved on its side in the face of the senator's pet. say hi to your doctor.

see you
Zeke, all Petered Out

PS- i will remain a rablerouser from your wardrobe, thanx

Counterfeit Sonnet IV

the turbulent times in which I write might make one stop & think what we would do if all reality fell down the drain. today this heart aches, for it lost something golden & new spring has sprung, flowers bloom, my love has lost its color. trying hard to revive devotion I once knew I weep to think of glories that are missed like a morn frost.