Shades of Junk

Junk in school
Junk on the street
Junk is lurking
every place
that people meet
There’s nowhere safe
Can you stand the heat?
Best be cool
and fast on your feet
Junk that cheats
and is hard to beat

Junk piling up
in every place
Landfills full
of fetid waste
A natural habitat
for the human race?
Cockroaches and rats
are where junk’s at
Junk is ‘it’
in cyberspace
Junk all across
the internet
Breadcrumbing junk
Catfishing a flunk
junk that’s funk
gone kaput
and goes kerplunk
What the junk

The relic
from a Junk museum
drunk on junk
upon a rickety podium
giving it a tweet
talking the junk
Hellbent and spiked
like a Cosbied drink
The pulpit subterranean
molten junk is flowing
Junk out of sight
Junk micturating
from a great height
upon the shuffling throng
where junk makes right
Junk opinions
everybody’s got one
Junk in fashion
worn with style and grace
Junk just happens
Junk’s in your face

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The Garden Datura

The Angelic Triathlon;
The Up ‘n’ Away,
the Look All Around,
and then,
the Big Come Down.
Held in the Datura Garden,
somewhere beyond nature,
hidden deep within a space
and time triangulation.
Not for the meek,
for the body is weak.
But angels, in spirit,
they belong.
Yet, please be so kind,
not to be a closed mind
behind a drawn blind,
gone all worldly wrong.

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The Laird of Bonnie Doon

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New documentary & photographic
evidence has been unearthed that
Bruce de Redpath was crowned
King of Anglo Saxon England
on the 19th of October 1066.
Apparently, when the remaining
English Lords huddled in London
learned of King Harold’s demise
at the Battle of Hastings, they
turned to a Scotsman to fend
off Duke William of Normandy
(known to his friends as
William the Bastard, and
the Stormin’ Norman).

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Upon a Dragon’s Breath

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‘Angelica saved by Ruggiero’
~ by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres

Upon a Dragon’s Breath
(And the Persistence of Grace)

This existence an enigma …
wrapped in a shroud of destruction.
Death and life, trouble and strife.
Reflections from a mirror shattered.
A toxic cloud…in mass production.
The suffocation, the slow seduction,
riding the trail of a dragon’s breath.

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