Poems & Prose #182 - Palmed

Jesus gets us.

Yeah, He forgets us,

and He lets us

remain restless,

with trousers beltless,

surrounded by walls

packed tight with asbestos.

But hey,

at least He didn't

directly molest us.

Poems & Prose #181 - Bound

A super-powered legume

    ascended through the clouds,

a smile ironed to his face

    and never looking down.

As the altitude increased,

    and the distance from the ground,

the cape-clad bean's expression

    slowly sunk into a frown.

The air was thinning quickly

    and could no longer carry sound,

each breath growing strained

    and green be-leafment turning brown.

His waving hair still ruffled

    by a freshly dislodged crown,

the beany hero's form fell limp

    as his shadow shrunk across the town.

A whistle, then a thud;

    Boy, it sure was loud.

But the echo lingered longer

    than the bean's once-slight renown.

Mayhaps some future rubbernecker

    might just come by around,

to see this legume's remnants

    in a tiny, stalkless mound.

Poems & Prose #180 - Froth

Raise a toast

    to the buffoon,

who has each and

    every right move,

be they rough

    or be they smooth,

a puffed-up prediction

    of yesterday's news.

Here's to the

    man-shaped cartoon,

and the nervous laughs

    of his nearest stooge.

He believes, for sure,

    he'll never quite lose,

so long as he's wearing

    his slick dancing shoes.

Poems & Prose #179 - Dated

The page quickly flips

    with a subtle whoosh,

and I scratch my chin

    as my words become mush,

my internals crumbling

    as shove comes to push.

A message now comes to me,

    aflame in a bush,

briefly, before my foot's

    swift snuff and smush,

and I sigh and grin,

    slightly longer in tooth.