Intra-Marital Contrast

This is pretty much what’s going on at my house right now.

Bartok String Quartet 6

Now, she’s over there upon her side,
And I’m over here upon mine;
If marriages are made of contrasts,
We two should be doing just fine

We’re each of us playing our music,
And getting our musical kicks;
While she’s listening to her Motown,
I’ve got Bartok String Quartet 6

We must have spaces in our marriage
And I think that is for the best;
So while she is dancing and joyous,
I over here bleak and depressed

Poem Written In The Style of Spam

I may publish “A Spammer’s Guide to English” next.

Fine way of describing
And nice paragraph to get
Information concerning my
Presentation focus, which I
Am going to present in Academy

You share interesting things here
I think that your blog can go
Viral easily, but you must give it
Initial boost and I know how
To do it, just search in Google
“Random Spammer’s traffic method”

When someone writes an paragraph
He/She retains the thought of a
User in His/Her mind — that how
A user can know it.
Therefore that’s why this
Article is perfect.


Insomniad #3

How much more can I take?

I lie awake and dream that I am sleeping
I fall asleep and dream that I’m awake;
I don’t know if I’m coming or I’m going
I do not know how much more I can take

You came to me in dreams when I was younger
You teased me with desire and delight
You ghosted then away as in a nightmare
You left me here
To wrestle
With the night

Lunchtime Lunacy

I have no explanation for this poem.

Destin Lunch

Dearly beloved,
We are gathered
Here to eat
Some lunch

Beneath the sky
Beside the Gulf
Please be prepared
To munch

As this is quite
And should make your waist

Please prepare to
Kill this meal
As though your name was
Charles Mansive


It will happen soon, we know.

Blue Mountain Florida - Storm Coming

It will happen soon, we know
The sun will disappear;
The world fall into darkness
And our hearts plunge into fear

That shakes our fragile vanity,
Our dreams that we’re in charge:
We’ll know again how slight we are
Amidst a world so large

It’s not that bad things happen
For we know, again, they must:
It’s that our lives are built on sand
In which we’ve placed our trust

The winds blow into every life
And rain falls on us all;
It’s only self-importance
That’s destroyed
When we feel