Since last half past Fall
And deep within
I ponder what there may be to know
To stop sneezes bandied to and fro.
Is it a sin
To detest them all?
Hermetically hithered in psychic mist
The itching olfactory ceiling is felt,
Then orgasmic release of one’s germ revenue.
The sound that is uttered is a phlegm filled “A’choo!”
Whence just moments prior, within sickness dwelt.
At least cover your mouth, I must insist!
“A’choo!” then, is standard
Though benign variations span worldwide
By syllabic profusion, they all coincide –
All a toast
To sickness meandered
When I went to the doctor, I got my shot.
While waiting I met with a sniffling soul
When I said “Hello,” he said “Hid-thish… How are you?”
‘Twas obvious this fellow’d come down with the flu.
I’m back home by now, and I’m feeling quite whole
So hold on to your germs, and ‘hid-thish’ me not!
Around yonder corner near gnarly nook
Need engorges the gratuitous groin.
Behold the oracle adorned in gray –
Her face of blue and well-lighted display.
With emerald light slot and big-buttoned loin,
Foreplay begins as I’m read like a book.
In district red-lighted near dust of the sole
My member emerges from leather sheath
Its underside pin-striped ensuring the flow
Of magnetic seed so my lover will know
Just who I am and what lies underneath
The motive to plunge up my own rabbit hole
With manhood in hand and mind in a maze
Plastic penetrates mysterious hue.
Brief dialog ensues… then, let’s get it on.
We won’t be together ‘til the crack of dawn
So just for this moment we rendezvous.
How does one encounter this oddest of lays?
Begetting baubles’ bangling brass beads
Blankets bare bitterness beyond better belief.
Believing in boredom belittles the brain.
Browbeating the blues but beleaguers the bane.
Bad beef bruises bellies, but believing bodes brief.
Bantering boasts bewildering breeds.
Big butterfly balance between banging butts
Beneath beaming blue bass before bedtime
Begs to bedazzle, beguile, then beseech
Bastards bound blissfully blind by the beach
Before buzzards befall bitter birdlime.
Besides breaking bread, Boasting Broad-beak be-struts.
There once was a loser named Diggity
Whose ‘woo’ came off just a tad wiggity
So, when he made a pass
Girls would say, “Kiss my ass!”
He thought them to be rather biggity.
Hothar is by now in spirit
With a love song for those who will hear it,
And, lucky for him,
Those would be Seraphim.
Their grace, his heart doth endear it.
With no motive to sling pipe a lot
Hothar’s someone whom ‘love life’ forgot,
So would you give a dam
For where Diggity swam?
And, do truncate his first name to ‘Hot!’
A space to grow is a rose in bloom.
A place where my heart is true to roam
The mysteries of wires and all they connect
Is a chamber I’ve chosen with utmost respect.
A workshop and play land is my home.
Of late I do favor Radar Room.
Radar Room is a state of mind,
A way of life and sacred ground
For a techie detective exploring Ohm’s Law.
I’m at home with my soul in the midst of it all.
Tinkering tools and passion abound
With gadgetry of every kind.
Fried salmon and onions… sea salt and solder…
The air is a crispness embracing the dew.
The antenna rotates and radiates well.
The local oscillator rings like a bell.
When something needs fixing, I make it anew.
Were it not so, there would be nothing odder.
Frequency surely is the key
To aligning the transceiver known as self.
What others see on their displays
Should alter not my chosen ways.
I place all loneliness on an empty shelf
Then tune myself to higher ‘me.’
Oh, wondrous Pole!
Hail, glorious Throw!
Science and leisure applaud your facility,
Honor your cause, and respect your ability
To make a thing go
Or withhold its soul.
Rotary, Push Button, Solid State, Toggle…
Variety’s but virtue, and you are the core
Of life’s inner dealings and outer expression
While greeting electrons in rapid succession.
Evolving more complex than ever before,
Many a dissonant mind’s yours to boggle.
Hail, Changing State!
The nub of your being
Is bi-stable bliss for device uncontrolled.
You’re a tidy technique for a thing to behold.
As believing breeds seeing,
You make life great!
There once was an i on a table
And attached was an interesting label:
“If you plug in my cord
You won’t win an award,
But, i’ll dot myself knowing i’m able.
“On the other hand, if i am cain,
What’s been stated is offered in vain.”
Being silly like this
Turns my bitter to bliss,
Or else I would end up insane!
“Go with the flow,” she says to me,
As e’er I compare and in vain I complain.
“To Be is ALL there is, you see.
The rest is serendipity.
Be bold as the lily in the field of rain.
It does its dance. It asks no fee!“
For those who are nearly as lonely as I,
Believe that a stranger might care if you die…
That is, if you choose NOT to give death a try.
As morning peeks
Up window pops
Under liquid screen where night was spent
It says I’ve erred, and by vain intent
The Cursor stops
The heart’s techniques
Then my name can’t be writ’ the more usual way?
“No Spaces Or Other Such Hanky Panky!”
Well, characters were never that special to me,
And I’d just as soon see them take flight and be free
Of unworthy stages so cluttered and cranky.
So, I’ll just change my name. Surely that is OK?