Mondegreen Hear it out The green of the day Becomes chagrin of man To the degree of degeneration   Hour 13 @varenyas

at best you are beauty, sex, freedom in tiny drops of body fluid.   at worst you are ugly, barren, slavery, gigantic slabs of concrete.   they say over time, wet wears stone. (c) r. l. elke

Mixed Up   Yellow ran away from home Causing great distress for Blue and red while Green and orange wept   Of little consequence to Black and brown they Offered support to bring the Thoughtless youngster back   Purple obviously concerned About blue and red…

They throw their hands up Bemoan their rebel daughters Who long for freedom

Unconventional, That is how we describe ourselves. We are not typical of Other people like us. We were beautiful, Long, Years over what we should be. We passed an expiration date, I never knew But others informed me about, Repeatedly. Years passed us by One…

In twos and threes the men arrive, clean, well dressed, solemn. Prayer shawls in packages tucked under arms, white or colored caps perched upon balding heads. The building greets them, swallows them up like sugar. They mingle and mix as they unpack their shawls, kiss…

Fingerpainting   I painted with my fingers, traced them white, orange, blue on a black-as-night construction sheet. As my toddlers giggled around me, I pressed harder and harder, almost tearing through the paper. But when they stared at my scribbled page, I showed them how…

Hogwash, hokum, horsefeathers, hooey and humbuggery, tarradiddle, trash, twaddle, tommyrot and tomfoolery: Don’t give me your blatherskite, blarney or bunkum, I’m through with your senseless trumpery.

In the middle of concrete chaos She looked over her shoulder Smiled, and winked At me Sending voltage through my veins I stood stoic, as a storm rage on inside In that 1 second of that smile and wink My live was never the same…

We’ve paid our dues and joined the ranks as gracefully as possible we don’t steam the wrinkles from our panks Our hygiene, not in question corridors and hallways. make no fuss but careful, cover us those sun rays aren’t a boon we play hard, work…