More unedited nonsense!

(Whee!)

Entry Level Devil

You're an entry level devil
trapped in the forceps of my mind.
Shuddering by the butterflies...
you raise my eyebrow,
Raggedy Ann of tragedies.
Fortunetellers dance to the tune of
laughing seniored teenagers.
Paper planes whiz through my halo,
blowing easily in the breezy.
Tempting me with your beauty,
you’re a rose beneath my nose…
wrapped up with poison ivy.

Feeling Senescent

(Yep, writing about life again. Nope, not edited. Hahaha.)


Feeling Senescent

Mellifluous time meandering towards future [noir].
Nescience turns to flummoxed, tumultuous fury --
fear, in fact, oblong and leading to feckless temerity.
This frisson is ephemeral; overtaken by the mephitic realisation:
purpose is not esoteric, there is no elucidation, ever.
We are toadies to our own narcissistic malingering;
vision obscured by etiolating tomes weighting us with
narrowly outré and martial views.
Overcome your reticence! Deny the taciturnity!
It is not time to plan your obsequies!
The past should foment, not hinder. Extol the opportunity --
Misbehave!