Some older guy bought these kids some beer (Bud).
In the woods while drinking came a thud,
soon showed up the ‘Hoods’ wanting that ‘Bud’.
They came up to them Laughing and joking wanting the goods!

Through half-closed ears (from that beer)
They could barely hear (with snickers and sneers)
“I have a razor, wanna shave their balls?”
“No No No” (that was the end of the party for them all)

Ruthenium Silver glinting chips
slips into the dreamscape lapping
body

they slowly breakaway from the
silky waves timidly. Like a melting robe over
smooth humps on a woman's chest.

Romantically an island of bounty
paradise
with strokes of a waxy endless
sky
Chalky powder white sands, table with
two hourglass figures, and sugar lips
that stick, ready to be tasted, as the necks
Of wild green palms watch on.

Down from the mountains
up in Alaska.
Seven feet tall and
built like a tank.

His name was Old smokey
and he had a red mustache.
He sported a axe that was
seven feet long.

The blade it was said,
would cleave a mans skull in two!
Walked into Coos bay
to have him a beer.

The loggers up north
had made him an offer.
To cut off the head
of dangerous Dan.

The price it was said to be
10,000 dollars.
Old Smokey went lookin'
at the first light of dawn.

November just passed through the door
and I can hardly get to sleep
Because I fear the night before.
I toss and turn, the hours creep.

Each shadow on the bedroom window
assumes a shape I do not want to see.
And every where my old eyes go
they perceive that which I don't want to be.

Finally my eyes stay shut
as sleep arrives with its own fears.
Dreams of a demonic slut
who screeches like long rusted gears.

I woke up naked because here is
isolated so I can let my junk hang
it was magical here, and know one
can do a damn thing.

My eyelids slowly
became less pinched , as they adjusted
to the nature escape, all the natural
shapes, greenery, knots of land and
musical sounds and snaking mirrors

I couldn't tear my dark spools away
but they finally did. They were fixated on a
majestic sea bird with an eight foot
outspread wings span with tip curves,
that cut 

He never knew the joker's task,
Yet hid behind the jolly mask.
Joker is his well-known name,
While killing is the favored game.

He grew behind the amusing deck,
To entertain? Oh, what the heck.
He never spat a single joke,
Not even a one that I'd evoke.

He blamed the world for the awful deeds
yet justified his, oh yes indeed!
"What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger,"
A quote he used to put things in order.

What had just happened and where have I been?
I went to a party with no mal-intent.
The music was groovy, I sat drinking beer.
with girls all around me, they started to cheer!

One of them slipped something into my drink.
The room started spinning, I fell from my seat.
It happened so quickly, didn’t have time to think.
And when I woke up my clothes disappeared!

Dennis was a menace
and when he hung around
in a pack he was worse

A curve elevated his cheeks
and a morning wave to the
neighbours fooled them
To think this is the authentic
him. A decent sympathetic
Boy.

But under that mask was
a prankster and a mischievous
dark you tuber and influencer.

He waited until the night doused
Itself in a coat of darkness
because that would be the perfect
opportunity to carry out the
blueprint of his plan.

You hurt me.
You forgot,
I am someone.
Someone's daughter.
Someone's mother.
Someone's child.
Someone's legacy.

I sat in the sun
And felt my skin burn
I remembered
How it feels:
I am corporeal
I hurt
I exist
I pee
I cry
I bleed

You cannot erase me!

I nourish

They all left that day know
doors to rap on just empty
expressionless panes on
a stripe of abadoned unfilled
living quarters

cars vacant, an empty
dusty shell. Know where
to transverse. Circuits of
abandoned tubes of roads
and bands of cycleways
with no riders

Only the light scorching
the dark spilling from a
barren streetlight and nuzzling
winds scattering blood red
leaves where animated

The chrome warm
glow was kidnapped
by the milky ghostly
cords of moonlight