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.