Help me out, I'm in a jam
that oozes orange and sticks
and so I'm stuck, my pores are crammed
No way out of this fix

I need a job, I need a house
A doormat to defile
With rushéd footsteps, back-brushed hair
to join the rank and file

A boredom dawns with each new day
the next quite like the last
A boredom wanes and goes away
but then returns, alas

I saw on teevee, one Glenn Beck
Advise us not to squirrel
Away our hopes, "instead suspect
of ACORN" said the churl

Yet the more I linger in this state
the less of it I'm sure
how much my privilege will pro-rate
and how much I'll abjure

But now my moocow as self doubt
begins to ring her bell
It seems so childish just to shout
over the noise, to quell

For now this marmalade abides
and may just feekr on
I'll learn to live with syr'py tides
Until one day, I'm gone

Be bored as we may
the great grand grind
ain't gonna to help any
In fact, it's only
fixing to get worse
Like a backyard tire swing
Rehung with discount string
Whose moocow light enough
to stay aloft and sway?

'Cause my moocow came crashing
Down to earth,
Like the lord Bob Saget
Handed me a camera and started it rolling
And I turned it inward on the herd

A Key Change and A Time Signature

Two miles away from making bail
and six cigarettes short of party
A soft yet accentuated smell lingers
just beneath your lip
like a milk mustache that
you just forgot to wash

Half a centimeter of fingernails
from the last clear thoughts you
pieced together, two more minutes
and you'd have written yourself a book
but instead you've got two used
ticket stubs and a couple small salsa stains

Which color transit do you stub your ticket
for now? When you can only count the people
you know in this city backwards, penned inside
your overcoat and more decay exposing
itself more with each chatter

But as long as you're at least one sunset
from finding her again, and two missed
meals from those deep deep pangs, stand
up and move about, because your blood's
beating out still that slow waltz
When she's been tangoing away
for about six or seven of Trebek's Champions,
those finding the questions to ask
when they've been given all the answers

I gnawed away and yawned, betrayed
Belied beside my flooded eyes
Its piquant flavor made it hard to savor
And then fresh milk's our only savior
My moocow gleams at astral scenes
Does maths and finds the astral size
In light curves greyed by errors made
They're lacrimate in the prospects of a
Tender ending, fender bending
Losing teeth and faith in faeries
Distrusting dawn to show more than hide
Or that my reign will affect a great abide
So chew
Or you
will fry

A pimple popped with an audible thwop
as it smashed against the mirror
And I stained my sock in a precocious dollop
The fell well below it's target much atop
The end, culinary career.

Maw Maw, More Manitobas

Gary gave a dollar to the man who took the bills
but the bottom of the bookshelf fit me think
of fastened thrills of a brand new opened novel
with the creases be all ours, so I took my money
backwards telling time atop'a flowrs when
a moocow was a baby that is when we called her calf
My initial thought about her was to bring her to the
aft but the starboard side awaited an arrival of her too
when the cows are born a sailing there's not one thing we can
do to decide for them their future undirected by the stars
lanterns astrolabes and compass cannot fixate them as ours but
the time ol' badge of songcraft and a mellifluous voice of
a solitary siren sending sounds without a choice whether she
can stand the tempest wit'a battled verse 'r two or if she must
stay on firm ground wit da tunes that we all knew, yea while we
were all escaping Gary grew an inch or two as Adamastor
played billy-goat (boar) in aborting all my crew

Chartered Bocks

A Diner at Dinner
R.A. Stevesson

He penned a poem without thinking of it so
A beast, unleashed, dividing
Onward it spread like toast
on bread
chars, burns
all coinciding

He sat off-put in his brandnew authored soot
Unpleased, knockkneed, time-biding
When came alas a fresh
backdraft
Ash tost,
and slowly gliding

And by his seat, landing flatly at his feet
Afresh, abreast, deriding
Were thoughts construed, betrayed
renewed
Or lost
in their colliding?