Selling Produce

tradition is more ammunition
to slay these iron gods
dour stone faced men in smoky rooms
fire the cannons! Boom boom boom!
send shoals of polyps to their caverns
eviscerate them all
chew them into tiny fragments
and pass them to your maws


It's gettin to that time of year
another one coming down the tracks
much less ahead than to the rear
we're wonder wandering and still just here...


yes, seems a celebration for the cats
a Mewvember traddy, this and that
jolki palki bri-a-brac
Catsgiving Week Cats will Attack!
from corners bookshelves and way out back
now chat away humans, "Tak tak tak"


Bubo is a cappucino
Argent is the clouds
Izzabekkel deep Infernal
our three mewses creep
about our house


Better her than us for sure
a crown would drown us like anchor
but every hero has a need
of a scribbling slithering writing reed
on papyrus weasels will write
'venturous tails of her great might


run the dawn along in song
windward style smash down captains
if it smooth it life and laugh
if it rough we slip the glove
change the skin from within and spin
twirl and flash bang and sparkle
pop out in a bubble, love


Haters and their Hate Parades
come at you every way
to your Vulnerability
(vanity childish trust)
grin and spin, lean right back
there's nothing wrong with being sexy,
and innocence is precious
don't turn their swords to ploughshares,
grind them into rust


off to dream purple black fractals
emergent kittens polydactyl
some polarizing light refractile
or cocaine tic tacs on the goal
centipedes in starring roles!
through blood-colored curtains the light is doom
to soothe us in our dream cocoon
as we wish good rest to underMoon