Acrostical
M uses come and Muses go,
A lways as the rivers flow,
G lowing girl so far away,
G reets me as I start my day,
I nspiration flows from her,
E ven as I wash my hair,
G iven that my days are nights,
R iddled with unsightly sights,
E ven through the midnight hour,
E ven when my shifts turn sour,
N ever is she far away,
E ndless muse she makes my day.
Brother Rex
Between what is right for you and wrong for the family,
Running around, looking for what you need,
Overall, was it a good decision?
The fight may never end,
Here to protect one you love,
Even if it costs everything to you.
Racer is your name and profession,
Racing is in your blood,
Everyone knows it,
Xerocopy, your brother, but not just in black and white.
s̲̅i̲̅c̲̅k̲̅l̲̅y̲̅ s̲̅t̲̅a̲̅i̲̅n̲̅e̲̅d̲̅ s̲̅i̲̅l̲̅k̲̅s̲̅
I sn't it enough that you have taken far too much?
N ow you're smiling at me from the dock
N ever will I tell them you were there, despite your touch
O ne of us still has the truth in stock
C harge me with your blindness if you feel that way inclined
E ven though I know that you can see
N othing beats the feeling of those pockets being lined
T hat's why I shall still plead not guilty...
Dream Job
Tawdry shoulders, sultry stare
Opulent horns wail despair
Resonant chords married too long
Crescendo in a display of brawn
Hypnotic tones lure us in
Simple lyrics reek of sin
Intimate wink
Nudge of the hip
Graze of teeth across bottom lip
Ecstatic applause, whistles galore
Return next week, boys, if you want to hear more.
It is
never in your
lasting interests to think
of yourself as a biological
volume. Your true measure
exceeds that of length, depth,
width, duration, or altitude.
Instead, picture the dancing needles during earth's
tremors, the imperceptible pendulum swing of a
hummingbird's wings, the accents of piccolo
lilting atop happy tunes, unsung, accenting.
It is
forever your legacy to
exist invisibly before, after, and between any drawn lines.
