drat fink

now thats hardly a wringing endorsement

what an enlightening display
of frightening dismay

the road unraveled
more travailed than traveled

voices stinging
choices flinging

greets that do not mete

out expectations
in digestible expectorations

spit please
then rinse

rope burnout (wick wick whacked)

its a simple line
and yet im queasy
marked time with rhyme
i wish it was that easy

made my wayback down
while the sampler assailed
am i just so blind
cant even read your braille

did i not say it wrong
does it meander too much
if i skipped the trope
would you double dutch?

ok ok ok ok

the fabric of our lies
all swatches and patched together
had i known all along
would that make me feel much better

its those darn kids
and their mysterious machinations
asleep at the wheel
that is permanently vacated

put your stenciled life down
youre so cut and so pasted
and dont ever forget
that youre twice as evasive

speech impediment

the concession speech
ill make my remarks brief

i never understood
and i never will

in the money

relationship between the bush family fortunes and the financing of hitlers war machine

keepsake

still earning
piled in a worthless heap

still churning
exploring mysteries off the deep

still turning
as i feel the ours creep

still learning
that im so ing what i reap

still yearning
flailing when i should have leaped

still burning
as i lay me down to sleep

word to your mithra

a domesticated animus
a robust distrust of bluster

a social blighted plight
a jagged jettys spiral duster

a deadened eye dickered
over a matriliminal custer

with time to make a fuss
spews out the fiercest fluster

you havent got a clue
if you cant detect the lustre

luke warm
be warned

this is your final rapprochement
theyre weaving you in

you essay

theyre wearing old glory
theyre reaching their goal

yeah, you know the story
as youve lost your sole

theyre kicking it up (stairs)
while youre flagging within (stares)

its two for the cup
and one for the been

sock it to me?

plum bums

the washington post revisits watergate 30 years later.

shit kickers

caught almost all of the us victory over mexico late last night and then dozed off but woke up to see the second half of brazils defeat of belgium. mexico deserved to lose. they flopped all over the field trying to get free kicks and while the referee was obliging for most of the game eventually he wised up. the us isnt the most skillful team but they earned that game despite being on the defensive for most of the contest. so they are now among the final eight teams and will play germany friday morning.