RIP Van Wrinkle Sunday Mourning Blues

Dye lay a WAKE WOKE words
bearing a lone gravity
Pin pricks fingertips blood drop
checks blood sugar
Hydrating water’s soul being
and eyedrop dry eyes
Poet must then move characters
across dire screams.

The morning Knight Mare
awakening computer screen
Streaming along blank spaces
filling in black onto white
Writing depressions that must
write riptides moorings
Weeping seep seeking thy core
composition to lifelines.

Oh Poet of the Prayer Pyre Phoenix
inside fraught flame
The cinders of rhyme be cremated
ass be revival remains
Where thy butt cheeks must
crease in moving timeframes
Breathing in the positive,
exhaling the negative excrement.

But wait procrastinates tick tock
metronome movements
Thou must be meak ‘n weak
mime muted puppet on strings
Where dye Pied Piper Master
manipulates thee into subject
Silence inside desolate deserted
skeleton shell hellhole coffin.

Hey you out there,
feel dye window panes
vibrate vivid verbose
Talking, walking, stalking corn shucks ~
Wry Write kernel popcorn
Snap crackle pop crossword puzzle
twain frost fork poem passages
Face storming tornadic hurricane
lifeforce elocution challenges.

Butt behind thee bee NUTS
of Never Under Tyranny Surrender
Thy “Jungle Boots” novel poetry idea
for publishing posterity
But then everyone believes in fairy
tales in American Dreams
That after so long they have poet
pyre prayers Phoenix fame
RIP Van Wrinkle
Sunday Mourning Blues

HeArtMosphere Poet

RIP Van Wrinkle Sunday Mourning Blues

Dye lay a WAKE WOKE words bearing a lone gravity
Pin pricks fingertips blood drop checks blood sugar
Hydrating water’s soul being and eyedrop dry eyes
Poet must then move characters across dire screams.

The morning Knight Mare awakening computer screen
Streaming along blank spaces filling in black onto white
Writing depressions that must write riptides moorings
Weeping seep seeking thy core composition to lifelines.

Oh Poet of the Prayer Pyre Phoenix inside fraught flame
The cinders of rhyme be cremated ass be revival remains
Where thy butt cheeks must crease in moving timeframes
Breathing in the positive, exhaling the negative excrement.

But wait procrastinates tick tock metronome movements
Thou must be meak ‘n weak mime muted puppet on strings
Where dye Pied Piper Master manipulates thee into subject
Silence inside desolate deserted skeleton shell hellhole coffin.

Hey you out there, feel dye window panes vibrate vivid verbose
Talking, walking, stalking corn shucks ~ Wry Write kernel popcorn
Snap crackle pop crossword puzzle twain frost fork poem passages
Face storming tornadic hurricane lifeforce elocution challenges.

Butt behind thee bee NUTS of Never Under Tyranny Surrender
Thy “Jungle Boots” novel poetry idea for publishing posterity
But then everyone believes in fairy tales in American Dreams
That after so long they have poet pyre prayers Phoenix fame
RIP Van Wrinkle Sunday Mourning Blues

HeArtMosphere Poet