A tight write at night

There's nothing for me to write 

tonight

words are out of sight

so i just might

with the remaining light

fly a kite

of blue and white

at great height

holding tight

with all my might

turn it left and right

then grab a bite

and finally say goodnight

Nighty-night!

Putrid Parsley

Parsley is as parsley does
Parsley IS a disgusting fuzz
It is you I will commiserate
If you find parsley on on your dinner plate
Few eat it. It's mainly just for looks
I hate it. I never use it when I cook
But that's just me. You might like the taste
Parsley presents its bitter face
It may leave you with fresh breath
But I wouldn't eat some to save me from my death
Yuch! Euw. Sick!
What a horrid little green stick!
I'd rather it a head of Garlic than be caught eating this Petroselinum crispum herb
If I could, I would, I'd rip out all the parsley from the earth and kick it to the curb
Okay, maybe I'm being a tad bit melodramatic
but I ate it once and it left me rheumatic
And that's no fun my friend
Rheumatism can kill you in the end
That's why at all costs I avoid eating this gidgey garnish
I hope that this poem has left parsley's name tarnished
If it has, then I have succeeded
Mark my words. I will never again eat it.
YEWCH!

Hooked on Phonics in the 80's

Igen Igen!
Ladies and Gentlemen: 

I’m a 77 year old Hungarian and an oral surgeon. I’m a virgin emergin’ as a burgeoned sturgeon. I’ve an aversion to Persian conversation, frustration because I’m stationed in relation to a Haitian patient that reneged on payment. Now no vacation. No migration to another place and, my only version of German is ace, man. In my basement, my replacement: bionic, super-sonic, chronically histrionic all up on it. Down some tonic to circumscribe the catatonic exercise of telling lies. I’m all eyes for abasement. Craven like a crazy raven. My star on the pavement. Laymen logic, agog to log my erotic cogitations concerning my brain ablations.

Lamentations of a citizen in a nation sick of Hooked on phonics.

Meta-Miscellaneous

Metamusil terracotta nicotine
Supra-tantric praying mantis limousine
Homeopathic, diplomatic, kerosene
Elastic orgasmic magic magazines
Urban monkey, dark karate, kung fu and Bacardi 
Sorority minority authority tofu spaghetti party
in my red Ferrari as I synthesis amino acids within my super spleen

Perfect Pi, He-man, jelly-babies and baboons
I’m that guy, ‘I have the power’ purchased on my itunes
Goons harpoons wildebeests Looney Tunes
Apple cider, bratwurst, burnt Belgium baked-potato, and submarine balloons
These that this those, in a pouch hung beneath my nose
Troubled turnips, smelling salts, milk of magnesia, shriveled balls
Chocaholics lemon tea elomenopy telepathy
Pious Pontious, Obama, my mama, and the silent Buddhist celebrity

Tantalizing telemetric brain-to-text adulation,
Do you like this maniacal and lexical thought-creation? 

Ignorance is bliss

Ignorance is bliss
napalm showers
I will not miss
different flours
as random as this
Poetic powers
the ultimate abyss
nonsense flowers
really exist
like milk sours
lemon twist
dog devours
from empty fists
High up towers
leave us pissed
nouns are ours
verbs we kiss
In writing this
I've wasted hours

Like this: Like that

Like a phantom wandering round
Like a tower falling down
Like a rose upon the ground
I am under a spell

Like a sheep with no wool
Like a matador without his bull
Like a push after a pull
I am not well

Like a junkie without his fix
Like a hen with dying chicks
Like a house made of small sticks
I'm rung like a bell

Like the demon and his goat
Like the burning, gas-filled moat
Like a quickly sinking boat
My rhymes I write to sell

Fiery Pit Princess

In the fiery pits of hell

where devils and demons dwell

I found my Lady Sherree

but Clang! went the bell

inside of my cell

Disturbing me from my sleep

Quick as I try

a blink of the eye

I realized what I must do

I must say goodbye

before she cries

I'm tired of explaining to you

And so I ran

like a man

down to Satan's lair

I made my last stand

for her demand

and then proceeded to pull out my hair

For it was hot!

like it or not

I started to boil and fry

hate it a lot

She had been caught

We slowly started to die

This was the end

for me, my friend

We were both now trapped in flame

My will did bend

my soul I sent

We held each other in pain

What a story!

a little glory

a little gory

But what ever could I do?

I told it to you

it is all true

for this I am truly sorry

Ants, Anteaters and a keg (or two)

I drank and drank
for this I thank
darkest dream 
extreme and dank
and full of ants 
ants in pants
A partner panting 
because he cant
fit into his jeans
Too many legs, 
Too many kegs
burps before he begs
Need a suit
of silk stringbeans!"

they watched the anteaters
ferocious feeders
Failure to mind manners 
overtly eager.
tongues lazily licking
tiny feet.
To crunch, to munch
roasted ants in a bunch
red pepper added 
for flavor and heat

And so they feast
facing east
Around a camp fire
Full of ire
Voodoo dancing
religious romancing
effigee enchanting
Dark clouds hanging
thunder banging
storm is norm
stars normally sagging

angry anteaters eating
seating, listening to readings
one recites
beneath moonlit night
"somewhere a sheep weeps
as she sleeps 
in a bed of led
with little bo peep"
More twisted fairtales, 
fairies in hell
cellular bells
ringing, more singing
more swinging, drinking
pop pop. Ant heads pinging

Ants tangled in pants 
can't escape. 
hung by neck 
knobs
and nape 
listlessly listening
glistening 
in sticky
red pepper sauce.
Lives livid lost
before frost 
of early morning
flinging.
All this,
the cost of binge drinking.

Garbely-Goo!!

It is this and it is that

What is it exactly?

It is a kit it is a kat

it is nothing, actually

But when one comes to think of it

a most perplexing thought arises

Must one use all ones wit

to decipher verbal spices?

A pinch of pronoun

a hint of verb

a stop and go now

a nonsense word

Like goo-cachoo

Or agrue gu-wee!

bugging you?

Its bugging me!

But that’s alright,

it is enough

the flame's alight

the tongue is rough

With gibble-garble

tongue in cheek

a mouth of marbles

when one speaks 

When all is said and done

Nothing new is learned

One is none

perhaps 'twas fun

but language one has burned

Ennui at first

I stare in the air but I know not where 
Its days like these that are hard to bear 
It's boring! It's plain. I'm going insane! 
What I wouldn't give to jump on a plane. 

Ennui ain't something that I usually fear 
But I'm frightened today because it's finally here 
I'm being attacked! What a dreadful fiend! 
In a worse situation I have never been 

Boredom is the worse state one could possibly be 
Except for a state named Tennessee 
If you thought boring was your present place 
You'd think Tennessee was a smack in the face 
And if faith you don't fancy because it's not your thing 
Belt right out the Bible belt because only Jesus it brings 

I think I've found relief. Yeah, I think I'm saved! 
But before I had the feeling that I was quite depraved. 
I'm out of its grasp because my mind is a mountain. 
Rare like Rasputin, my rhymes pour out of a fountain 

What a difference a distraction can make! 
That's the kind of pleasure that a wife can't fake. 
But boredom and sex are two separate things 
You might not agree in which case I'm sure that this stings 

Well I'm good, I'm great, gonna celebrate! 
I hope you hop a ride to a similar fate 
Apathy and listlessness are dangerous things 
So you got to fill the void when the fat lady sings. 

my favorite fungus

Fresh decay

Nothing quite like it!

Mold green and dead grey

Moist and stagnant

while bacteria play

Moldy cheese 

Moldy bread

Moldy sneeze

Moldy head

Moldy trees

Underneath a dead stump

oozing and damp

or from out an elephant's rump

steaming and warm

the bacteria bump and jump

Festering filthy mess

The life that is there

is disgusting at best

yet we need it to exist

like insects and all the rest

Mold is, and always will be

my favorite fungus

A Piece Of Dust (An alliteration Acrostic)

Awful alliterations in acrostic form allow another angry angel, across an acre of arid arboretum, into acceptance of ammonical and acidic actualizations

Placing penny pounds of papayas, peaches, pumpkins and potatoes playfully provides piggy portage pasturizations
I included interested yet inimically idiotic individuals into iconic or illicit institutions
Enjoy every example ending exceptionally entertaining egor executions
Can't carefully create clever craftwork counting clingy quarter change or coinage considering creamy cucumber combinations
Exactly! eye-entrained encounters engage everyone empirically energetic engriations

Or organizing outsiders orders of oerdervers only obviates origins of other's 
Few find fellows fairly frank for fixating feelings focused on faintly, finely fuselage feathers

Dieing dragons dream of distant days when they delivered danger to dotting dwarfs driving double donkeys down to Dartmouth Den 
U understand undying ugliness undulates under utter ugulations uen
Somehow silly sailors slaved somewhere south of sanity singing songs so surreal to the sirens sorrow
Truly it's time to terminate today's training of tiny trolls in the tempo. tone, and timber of tromboning alliterations till tonight or tomorrow

Early Morning Ramblings of a Science Nut

I awaken to the sound of an atom smasher
The large hadron collider pries opens my eyes
I jump out of bed to the smell of burnt coffee
but there in the kitchen counter lies my suprise

A smatter of dark matter spilling on to the floor
Neutrons, neutrinos and quarks swelling in my sink
There are some electrons swimming in a sea of electrolytic gel
The kind that is mushy and pink

What could I do? I racked my dense brains
for an inverted solution to alleviate the pain
For I was E=mc2 for all that I knew
A light photon gluon as big as my shoe

My head cheese was melting
into some primordial goo
I got protons tickling my nose
so I expunge with an Achoo!

The constellations of neurons inside of my cranium
Leaving me insanium
Fired three fold excitatory pulses of neurotransmitters
Yet my stars! I felt like a black hole with bosson emmitters

Correlary investigations right out of my bed
Leaves me dizzy; straight out of my head
Quasar emmisions and pulsar revisions
clouds my brain: clouds my vision

Arithmatical analytical scientific political
Gadzooks! What could I do!
Every nerve impulse informs my decision
My precentral sulcus tell me to shut up too

Didactic tao teachings 
the kind learned in grade school
caught me spiting words esoteric 
I felt like a fool

The collider split my brain wider
than even the heavens were vast
Scientific ponderings 
of the future and past.

Atriptotowninaone-wordround

EverytimeiwenttotownIhadtoclimbthegiantmound.ThehillthatclimbedsoveryhighIcouldn’tseethetop;itwassohigh!YetIclimbtimeaftertimetogettotowntobuysomelimes,orsometomatoes,ohsojuicyandred.Icouldseemyselfgoingfortomatoesinstead.Inmyheartperseveranceisgold.I’llclimbthathilltogettotownuntillIgrowold.

Advice for a Psychiatrist

Prevent your patients from running away with your patience.
Because it might affect your other relations.
If you let them get tangled deep into your hair
You’ll join their ranks before you’re even aware 

Sure, ID be tough to get the best of you
Yet they’ll try like they know how and just what to do
Get a grip; maintain control
Reverse psychologize: they will do what they’re told

You're a shrink. Avoid being shrunk
Float like a boat or end up sunk
Listen to patients. Hear-out all they can say….
In 15 minutes, continued one month from today

Your life and your work are two separate things
Don't take for granted what each one to you brings

The money is motivating, and sure, wealth is fine
But money doesn’t buy happiness two-thirds of the time.

Patience is precious, but what a slippery thing!
A patient can snatch it, and wear it, like some fashionable king
So monitor each as you jot down that prescription
For being patient with patients is a career-saving decision

(`'•.¸(`'•.¸ ¸.•'´)¸.•'´) 
*´¨`•.¸¸. *Albereez* .¸¸.•´¨* 
(¸.•'´(¸.•'´ `'•.¸)`'•.¸)

A

Ages ago, 

an ancient aardvark 

arranged an awesome auction 

around ant automobiles.

Another aardvark argued against auto appraisals 

although an antecedent amounted.

After aggravated analysis, 

an announcement appeared allowing all ant antiques available; 

An auction actualized after all!

~Albereez

Those lips!

Those lips are like marshmallows
You know, the kind tucked cozily
between two graham crackers
and a gooey piece of dark, bitter sweet chocolate.
I could wake up next to her
And kiss those soft, sweet lips
Every morning and every night
But I dare say she is a tad bit pricey
For my meager wages.
Maybe she wants to be my girlfriend
And I her poorest of poor sugar daddy
There for her with the biggest hugs
She has ever experienced in all her flowery life
My god, can I give a mean hug!
Perhaps that’s why she gives me discounts
Every third visit, the top half off
Free!
Ah, but those luscious lips
Let me get back to those soporific folds of flesh
Yes, I fall into a deep sleep after one kiss
I can’t remember a darn thing after I am…
I am resuscitated by her marshmallow lips
It’s like I’m floating upside down
Like an inverted balloon
On the dark side of the moon.
She liberates me with those beautiful
Ruby-red lips.
If only I could keep them in bubble wrap
For a rainy day.
Oh there you are!
Marshmallow lips
Give me a kiss!

Liquid Bliss

Pure liquid flowing
Waters glowing
A sapphire tributary
ice cold and very
very nice.
10,000 degrees
hot as hell
going to dunk my head
in this old well.
Brrrrr!
That hit the spot!
now my feet
off the street
avoiding the heat
Big toe in
small toes next
My god!
this is better than sex
right about now
Splash! 
MAKES ME SHIVER
my lips quiver
with pleasure
horrid weather
smoldering
melty tar
can't drive the car
got no air 
climate conditioning
well wishing
for liquid bliss
just like this.