Fornaplauger

Doubt and distance,
Of the insistance,
Of some kind of sense,
Upon the pretense,
That a wash and rinse,
Has penny pence,
Without the pestinlance,
Could not have the wish,
Of resitance,
To ingonarance,
And happenstance,
Of just bent,
To repent ,
For every word regret,
Is not the bet,
Or wager,
Just a fornaplauger........

FTBAS 3.31.12

Conversation

Its what I said
Not what she said
What he did
When they read

Books aloud
Running crowd
Darkened night
Evenly light

Something in they way
Something in the say
Nothing in the time
Nothing end of rhyme

Promises and Sundays’
Morning and fun days
About me hosing sideways
It’s always

Danker
Wanker
Piss poor
One say

Ill converse
Without verse
Unheard
In my word
In a million years of conversation
You will still never understand me…………

FTBAS 3.28.12

Oil Stain

Oil Stain

New T shirt
Memory lane
Fancy flirt
Dog eared
Sweat filled
Tight grip
Low hip
Swaying swift
Tongue tied
Sex on fire
Youth’s desire
Ego’s pride
Luxury hide
In the feigning of time
Start now
Dart youngster
Face play
Make disaster
Designed ways
Faith weighs
Unfazed
As Always
Written down
So unheard
Voices absurd
Done did it
Done said it
Done lived it
Don’t forget it
Oil stain I bet………………..

FTBAS 3.28.12

End of Time

Pleasing
Easing
Treason
Reason
Season
Change
Range
Claim
Game
Dame
Fame
Reign
Under
Nighttime
Flight time
Eyes burn
Days turn
Sun set
November met
December regret
Circled over
Fly moaner
To the end of time
Begin
End
Interlay
Eternity
Father
Mother
Monday
No day
In the end of time
Remembered ………….
FTBAS 3.28.12