Saturday, December 31, 2016

New Years

New Years, New Cheers,

New Year flares, festive games, musical chairs

Ring in, ring out/ a switchboard to bring about/

Operators work on New Year’s Eve, phones ring out/

Everyone leave messages on a smartphone,

Drunk driving, people with smarts-gone.

A New Resolution, be different, create a new solution.


New Year's Pool Hall Love

Resolve a cause,
Cause a resolve,
Do it year long,

Not only at New Years,
Where you’ll drink more than a few-beers.
Toilet bowl celebrates with spewed cheers.

In a pool hall, with cued sticks,
love drunk
patch a hole with queued pricks

Don’t scratch what’s felt,
Moving emotions deliver what’s delt
Stranger’s love, goodie’s under a kilt.
Another hangover and one more notch on the belt….


Saturday, December 3, 2016

Dorothy's Shade of Red

Shout out to the newly made friend who was so amazing to model for me!
Thanks, Bridget!

Pink is a shade of red with a wink,

Provocative with some kink...

Hiked heels in high heels.

Hiked with no motion/ paused with no flaws, if you saw the rest of this picture, you'd have hiked emotions/

Waiting to exhale, let's venture down love's story and tell this tale.

Click clack/ unclicked heels miss that/ the girl in heels - who dat? beauty far from home didn't click clack, now she's regretting this-that.

In the past she wore heels to class , learned all she could way in the back, designed a road map, now she's ahead of the class, imagine that.

Married the man of her dreams, had babies pacified/ went through a divorce - her in the classifieds/ went on a few dates, dates galvanized/ remarried - took head, praying mantis satisfied/. Gained some weight , posted before and after pants THIS size.

Burned it off with fire pants yoga,
Watched her calories and went blind
To the soda/ her husband frequently traveled
Her body like the time they roamed Rome, she was his mo-tuv/ he frequently removed her toga/


Friday, December 2, 2016


Day job covers up the heroic jog, runnin’ for miles, still need savin’ from the job.
Girlfriend pullin’ back the covers, coming up for air after the bob,
my name’s Adrian, But she’s memorized bob.

Feel out of my element like kryptonite from Krypton and green smear on a wonton,
me and a fit mom, her practicing golden showers and I pissed-on.  
No matter the excitement - I’m still pissed on.

Damn these thoughts/ - some days I think paradise and me layin’ in a cot/
thinking high of my thoughts/, I live in a state where they legalized pot/

Far from ordinary,
doesn’t mean a damn thing,
if I don’t bring out my powers before visiting the mortuary/
A bit lighter than Tyler Perry, tryin’ to be funny as Jim Carrey
Maybe  I should fire the marshall and give em’ the bill.  
Fuck it - I’ll be a rapping black fire marshall Bill!