Perhaps merely lonely The griefling sought out like Perhaps merely lonely They stole a yellow bike Perhaps merely lonely They hid in a dark alley Perhaps merely lonely They set a monster free Perhaps merely lonely The monster ran amok Perhaps merely lonely And by…

Season Of The Stupid 1/2 marathon poem #7 Did they fall from the skies Or grow from the ground Seeded in ignorance Is where they are found Did they fall from the trees And dig in their roots Nourished in bullshit With bitter fruits Harvested…

Look, here comes a rumor full of flavor and oh my! There’s another little story soaring by. Here comes a tale that’s sordid, tart, and full of tricky things I’m so lucky to have plucked its tiny wings. Rumors are the Spice of life Causing…

For hour four, I applied the prompt to a poem I had already started a few minutes before. First, the finished poem: The dream is always the same Who told bigger lies? I know, it wasn’t a contest but I’m always looking for that edge…