Three legs itching.as his eyes twitched.

Tome from carbon based life bewitched.

Erp snerp. Strange. One eye. Skin tone weird.

Purple not in memory banks. He stared.

Consume persons magenta. Strange.

Rock hard substance. Why roll? It change....

In this journey, he besought her friendship.

Some wisdom beyond reason from her lip.

She now motionless lies before him still.

Shattered beyond belief, she took a spill.

Now what’s left of her is in many pieces

My muse Erato her spirit ceases....

She saw a scribble on the wall,

She thought that it was a tell all.

Imagine her in baggy pants.

Wiggling like she was full of ants.

That’s what comes of too much makeup.

Now she has to make balloon pup....

Eight tapered men pale and two lads stout.

Sometimes huddles and sometimes they shout.

They plank a plain of trails that traverse.

A twin in flesh mirrored same parade

similar terrain whose lines are frayed....

A stately elm stands before its brothers

Its foreboding their presence smothers.

Blue jeans smeared, Pete and Alice stood there.

Lost in far reaches of their thoughts dear.

Pete perspiring with reflection at

The babbling brook. Alice mused and sat.

They touched the elm when courage grabbed them.

As hands touched, wish to be pair. Ahem....

Paper boats swimming in my head

Gently rock me to dream in bed.

Tables rubbed with scent of lemon

Leave my dream with a glowing grin.

Simmered pots filled with grape leaves stuffed;

Pleasant chatter now duly muffed.

Mother’s tears of joy tenderly

Caressed my cheeks makes me misty....

In one of those out of the dives low brow

In dark corner sat Fagin having chow.

His garb moth eaten, he gulps brown lager.

As he wipes lips with his sleeve, he’s astir.

He stagnates towards bar and sits next to

Steel hooked drunk long haired pirate who as blue.

Fagin looked aghast as man grumbled “Hook’s name.”

Fagin replied “Fagin’s mine.” What’s his game?...

One day I woke up befuddled,

I sat a spell. Magic muddled.

My poodle’s puddle. She dried out.

My life’s a bed of noses. Pout.

Bedroom’s AWOL in Central Park.

The bench is made of chocolate dark.

The tree’s bite’s worse than its bark. Ouch.

I felt drab on that grassy couch..

That oak there is ivy league not.

Twizzler green; sour apple taut.

Bunny slippers hopped a bit though.

They flip flopped in ...

In the simmering afternoon Simon had thought

To scurry away like squirrel something he had bought

In jovial ceramic cookie pot he had.

Amidst cowboy cookie, itt’s hid real bad.

One night he wandered in quite late for a small snack.

As he reached for it, he was then taken aback.

His heart was a flutter. Where was it? Who knew?

Those sparkling gold earrings and all that dough he blew....

Like stars glittering above,streetlights filled the street.

A web of wires laced the skies for all who walk beat.

Sidestepping the hidden alcoves and dark alleyways

That honeycomb vibrant overtones of cafes blaze....