Groveling boot licker
Kowtowing jackal
Fairing are our words pre-scribed
Dancing with silence in privacy
among desirability’s archives as those dolorous eyes search
rustling inside deception’s with those spoiled revisions
as interlarding words and ideas of inner thoughts mingling
are mugged and raped hostages of the piffling interspersions
pried by the gluttonous looters pirating inside spurious spindles
wearing falsity with the stealing thieveries propulsive curse…
Yet unaware of the divinual muses announcing chiseled thoughts
While offenders grope- traipsing over logs and inscription’s trespass…
We are aware of those paltry footprints those parasitic minions-
…Annoyances to the crafters of dharma’s light;
A mere fawning puppet from the watch towers eyes
as your swindler’s filch sticks to your scriving palms;
Wheedler of calamitous lies and personal forgeries…
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
