Falling In Love Again

Your chromium wings reach out to me

Even as you stride along at Mach zero point three

Thou cruel airplane impersonator

Oh over speeding radial resonator

Hold still while I mark thy wings

With teeth of a million broken things

All approaching in a cloud

Of self deprecation and doubt

Testing confidence and resolve

With caustic corrosive salve

Till wings at joints do gently break

Falling to the earth with a grace that cannot be faked

My love

My metal winged beastie

Fly long and hard

All the way home to me

Safety

There ain't no party like a safety wire party!

With the gleaming wire a-twisting

And the safety wire pliers spinning

Quickly upon their Yankee screwdriver stalks

The sharp ends of wire sometimes winning

Leaving red angry smiles grinning

Upon their choice of the proud flesh

Just when you think you might be finished

You realize that you're just beginning

And it's only the first inning

What with all the things left to safety

Hungry as they are to injure your hands and fingers

Oh there ain't no party like a safety wire party

Product Sales

"Hello, 9-1-1?

Yeah, they're back"

The gangs were back in my area

Wearing their matching colors

With various decorations

Surely to mark all the terrible things they had done

They gathered on every corner it seemed

Even setting up outside of Wal Mart

Without raising an eyebrow

With everyone so seemingly inured to their activity

They want me to buy

But I resist

For I know that even one taste is doom

Little samples

In little cups

Handed out by little hands

Definitely getting into my personal space

And I tear myself away franticly

"Get away from me!" 

I snarl

And all the little Girl Scouts recoil from me

As if I were the mad one

Though they soon forget about me

And go back to selling their cooies

In their matching green outifits

With all of those little patches

North and South; Red and Blue

There once was a house on a hill
The people in the North could see it
And the people in the South could see it too
The people in the North said that it was red
But the people in the South said that it was blue

The North warred with the South
At every opening and opportunity
To prove that each's assumption was true
The North to prove that the house was red
The South to prove that the house was blue

Until one fateful morning
When each unbeknownst to the other
Had planned a behind the lines sneak attack
The Southern army looked South and saw that the house was red
And the Northern army looked North and saw that the house was blue

The one not understanding the other's view
Until standing in the other's shoes

Gription

The Gription's got ahold of you
Way down deep in the nethers
It's clamped on with patented teeth
Torquing down your many metal fetters

Soon Gription will be a part of you
Gripping your thoughts with a gentle grasp
With you always and forever
Until your last desperate gasp

Gription cannot be bought
In any common tool store or truck
It's earned with blood sweat and marrow
And not a small portion of good luck

Gription comes to those who desire it
With a thirst that has no quench
A twisted path of broken shiny things
Quietly called The Way of The Wrench

Copyrighted DMCA Takedown Notice of Everything

I'm copyrighting twenty-six things
The letters A through Z
Don't make me list them all
You aren't so stupid you can't see

Picture them in your head
I'll give you to the count of three
Even if you can't manage that
I'll give you this advice for free

I've got lawyers on the line
Numbered at about twenty
A whole law firm full
Unless it's their time to tee

It's not just my words that I'm protecting
It's all the damned letters too
Don't copy and paste lines or phrases
If you do you're through

DMCA takedown notices are on their merry way
To your mailboxes and inboxes
In their cease and desist devil may care jump into the fray
Making you pop out Benjamins like a flippy head Pez

All this shit here
It's mine
And everything else I might ever divine
So toss in the towel, author
Open a vein with your, quill poet

All the letters, words and phrases belong to me
You just don't know it

Burning Angel

Angel burning
Burning bright
Burning brightly in the night

Wings aflame
Heart aflutter
Turning legs
To melted butter

Skin but canvas
For ink varieties
Some deep and permanent
Others a biological temporary tease

Breasts heave
Loins ache as they will
Some in emptiness
Others in the urge to fill

All scenarios play out
In purpose found playgrounds
Sets for a hedonistic dance
Inundated in primal sounds

Players for the cause
Giving hearts a pause
With their beauty
Their passion
Their brilliance

Burning Angel burning bright
Sweeping away any vestige of sight
Leaving only one last image of you

Forever burned into now forever night

O Burning Angel

O Beacon of light