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.