Baby ballad
Don't grow up
Stay on Grinch
and Buttercup
There's no need
to go beyond
Stay around
the backyard pond
Mention froggies
Lilies too
Mix in princes
morning dew
If you must
throw in some glow
Amber eyes
on forest snow
More than anything
recall
fun that you had
with it all
on
and on
so it goes
another phone
it is upgrade woes
when will this be over
you will need a new cover
and just maybe a new charger
bills will keep on getting much larger
planned obsolescence the secret essence
the large werewolf migration
starts Friday afternoon
and ends mundane frustration
with our inconstant moon
they've chosen a gas giant
with moons that never set
at least one hangs, defiant
the werewolves get, and jet
at last, they land on Jupiter
the journey finally done
they couldn't be more stupider
clouds block both moon and sun
of all the points I've had to make
the hardest is of no return
a few of those I've had to break
a few had broken me in turn
some surely pointless in the end
and others left me quite disjoint
some, scored at gun point, had me bend
and some just serve to make my point
stale fairy tales
and culture clashes
sad, empty pails
mouths full of ashes
unholy scribes
so condescending
the world describes
a bitter ending
Well met, Juliet, was it worth it?
no tale quite as sad, so they say
the bard broke them apart, saying curse it
they're happy? I've got bills to pay
protagonists labor, frustrated
as pens meet their every attempt
until our desires are sated
and heroines are not exempt
trying to catch the dying embers
I fling the windows open wide
inviting the last light inside
the tree, pretends that it remembers
(though in the past, it has denied)
what night is like -- and stays outside
head up in the clouds
worry down below
stomach full of doubts
window lit aglow
alone in her Rapunzel tower
and in her hand, a single flower
Author notes: image from latimes.com
let Billy sing at your white wedding
his Mony, Mony does the trick
cradle of love, the bed's red bedding
is somewhat more cliché than chic
you're dancing with yourself, your other
significant, but doesn't bother
to be a lover, rebel yell
a sweet sixteen will never tell
is flesh for fantasy required?
can one love eyes without a face?
peculiar, our human race
for most of us, that's how we're wired
white wedding, coming out, our ball
come, L.A. woman, catch my fall
Forgotten temples dot the cityscape
where humans used to sacrifice their lives.
The avenues that offered no escape;
their spirit lives but nothing else survives.
The wind howls as no canine ever did.
The rats and roaches long since disappeared.
Dust devils dance dark alleys that once hid
the seedy city's waste, and those that feared
the cleansing light of day. No need to hide,
the sunlight barely permeates the clouds.
The sidewalks, emptied long ago, abide,
but wait in vain to host returning crowds.
Where's everyone, what happened here? You know.
And this? Merely my long "I told you so".
welcome winter
I can't stand you
nasty weather
tepid sun
ever going on vacation?
really hope this is the one
sun sets early
on the water
late departures
stay indoor
take me somewhere
I need summer
care to stay there
evermore
so pale, she looks at me with bloodshot eyes
the pendant that will soon absorb my soul
a harmless blue, maintaining her disguise
it holds all she's absorbed, all that she stole
as darkness overtakes me, here's the moon
and on my mind: please stay, don't go so soon
Author notes: image from mocah.org