Party Dress
she felt it lingering
before it exploded
pus that cools
before it opens
before it opens
she unzips her party dress
a fire alarm goes off in the distance
she doesn't need this
she doesn't need this
when she unzips her party dress
the lace burns holes
in her fintertips
in her fingertips
the flames curl
swallowing
her body whole
her body whole
still in the party dress
she is undressed
but the smoke lingers
Nauseating buzz feeding frenzy at local ATM
Fraught traumatized wordsmith
telephonic grand slam rent psyche asunder
witnessing helpless cannibalization,
hospitalization, victimization
concerning writer of these words,
and riders on the storm
namely robbing me third eye blind
of legal tender
under the convincing guise of Apple
computer technician pretender.
Buried deep inside
the dark webbed wide world
yours truly sends electronic sos
while being twirled
to and fro hither and yon
seeking emotional, mental,
and spiritual reprieve.
Incalculable loss of
countless crisp Benjamins
hungrily sucked up
and spit out as Bitcoin cryptocurrency
triggered stark realization
being under wicked spell
of one who calls himself Harvey Specter.
He cast a trance
upon body electric of mine
asking, coaxing, finagling,
ingeniously luring me to forfeit
every bloody red cent
constituting checking and savings accounts
two of each now registering zeros.
Quite an exhausting effort
taxing body, mind, and spirit
to wrench unhealthy vice grip
from out the analogous maws
adrip with bloody flesh.
No explicable rhyme nor reason,
how sense and sensibility
got blindsighted, when ordinarily
keen acute insight
can scent out immoral treason,
nevertheless when cruising cyber seas
late morning June twenty first
and also the twenty second
human piranha unexpectedly
found fresh kill in season.
Dumbfounded at mein kampf now
how stupid of me to surrender
blithely, forthrightly, willingly
thousands of dollars
as if held spellbound
under a somnambulant trance.
I keep reliving, requisitioning
and revisiting hellish nightmare
corporeal entity
waking up in a cold sweat
although dog tired
muster measly necessary energy
to summon sleepwalking
disembodied spirit
quietly whetting appetite
to succeed realization
bringing to fruition
impossible mission to catch thief
finally hatching pièce de résistance
witnessing long overdue comeuppance
to him who exploited innocence
of one aging beatle brow
foo fighting baby boomer
reduced to pennilessness.
Ye dear benevolent reader
might be tempted to rebuke or scold
(spare the rod, cuz I give myself
a regular severe dressing down)
merely seeking, praying,
and kick/jump starting
philanthropic aid forthcoming.
Unlikely culprit(s) will be caught
most likely rejoicing regarding
psyche of fraught
punishing me where
rainy day fund rendered naught.
ALKEBULAN
Boom
Here we go
Swinging in
Like Tarzan
Roaring loud
Like King Kong
See, hear
Now listen here
Young-blood
We've come
In search of
Alkebulan.
What?
You tellin' us
You're not sure
Where is this place?
You ask.
Now listen here, son.
Long live the Sahara sun!
One that's been around...
For many a-men,
'nd women, too.
Alkebulan:
Afrika.
A place of ancient history
One datin' back to B.C.
See, hear
Now listen here
Young-blood
Ya better not forget
The name: Alkebulan!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwaYHsPwb7Y.
28.06.2023.
#ALKEBULAN. (c)
Emily Cummings; A Nursery Rhyme
In a world of whimsy, where dreams take flight,
Where stars twinkle softly in the velvet night,
A nursery rhyme weaves its magical tune,
In the land of wonder, beneath the moon.
A little mouse scurries, its tiny paws,
Exploring the meadows, without any pause,
Through fields of green, it dashes and plays,
In this enchanting world, where imagination sways.
A bee hums a melody, buzzing in delight, Collecting nectar, taking joyful flight,
Its wings flutter gently, a delicate song, A harmonious rhythm that lasts all day long.
The moon shines brightly, casting a gentle glow, Casting shadows on the earth below,
A friendly face, beaming in the sky, Guiding us with its light, as the night draws nigh.
A cat with a fiddle, a merry sight to see, Plucking the strings with a joyful glee, Its melody dances, filling the air, Creating a symphony, beyond compare.
A dish and a spoon, a playful pair, Dancing together, with a skip and a flair, They twirl and they spin, in perfect harmony, Their bond unbreakable, for all eternity.
So gather 'round, children, let your spirits soar, In this magical realm, where fantasies roar, Where animals talk and objects come alive, In the land of make-believe, where dreams thrive.
Let your imaginations run wild and free, In this whimsical world, where you can be, Anything you desire, anything you dream, In this enchanting nursery rhyme, let your heart gleam.